Freya Beauchamp Novels & Stories

BRANDON The scent of brewed coffee and warm buttered toast drifted through the air as I stood by the kitchen island, flipping through my emails on the tablet. Freya sat at the breakfast table, her hair falling softly over her shoulder, still damp from her morning shower. She was slicing into a piece of fruit, her expression distant, like her thoughts were elsewhere—somewhere quiet and far away.

Freida She puts honey in her hair like it’s her wedding day for the bees, for the boys, for her father all golden and dripping, champagne-sweet lightningbug lady and queen of June. They call her Dainty Feet, Sweetheart of Main Street she likes to dance on the village green in choir circles singing “I’m holy, I’m heavenly, I’m His.” All the men watch as her ankles move like wind-ripple water. She ain’t dancing for them, though, she dances for more than Man can touch, higher places, where the redhawk soars for she is tall as mountains, summer goddess, Elphame Queen.

She poured herself a glass of wine, toasting to our “success.” “We’re free of her now,” she said, smiling at me. “It’s just us, Damien. The way it was meant to be.” I forced a smile, trying to match her enthusiasm. Freya had always been eager for power, and with Amelia out of the way, she knew she was one step closer to becoming Luna. I didn’t care about her ambition. What mattered was that she was obedient, someone who would never challenge me the way Amelia had. Freya leaned closer, her lips brushing against my neck. “You made the right choice,” she whispered.

Beth said as soon as she jumped into my room. She started searching my room, throwing open my wardrobe, looking under the bed—and then, more ridiculously, inside drawers. “Beth!” She whipped around to look at me. “I just don’t know what’s come over you—and yes, to answer your question, you are beautiful.” She dragged in a breath. “I guess no one has told you before, but Freya, you’re the most beautiful girl I know. You have a perfect heart-shaped face, the largest, softest brown eyes I’ve ever seen, and your inky-dark hair… It’s the kind of hair men write songs about. It’s just a pity we’re omegas, and so we’ll never find our fated mates. But I’m sure the man who ends up marrying you will ch

As she strode out of the front door, she turned to me and asked, “Oh, Tristan. Have you told Freya about us yet?” *** Freya Rose I finished getting ready for my graduation and made my way downstairs. My mom was at the stove cooking, and as I walked past her, I leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Breakfast smells amazing, Mom,” I said while secretly swiping a piece of cooked bacon from the plate beside her. “Oi, you cheeky madam.” She tried to swat my hand away, but I was too fast for her, and was already tucking into my stolen goods. She laughed while I walked away and headed towards the dining table. I sat down at the end of the table and then asked her,

I took a sit beside with my step-sister, Freyia also known as Agent 38. The two continued teasing and irritating each other like we weren't facing any bloody missions tonight. While Freyia is silent beside me. I didn't speak to her and so as her. But then, Klein's voice suddenly echoed in my mind. 'Apologize to her... ' #30

“ I hate you “ freya screamed pushing her away from her . Her face was covered with blood from bleeding too much and she just didn’t know what to say . “ what are you going to do ,hate me or not ,your hate doesn’t affect my life so please baby girl you can hate me for all I care ,I really don’t give a damn about that “ she screamed grabbing her head again and started hitting her face to the wall ,she wanted to damaged that pretty face of hers so much ,she just wanted to do that . Freya screamed crying as she tried to break free from her . “What’s going on here” she heard Someone screamed with power and authority in his voice and before she knew that a hand grabbed her away and flung her away

Maya suggested and Freya almost clapped her hands loudly. “You're so smart that I wish I could cuddle you.” She said with so much joy. It was now she felt like she wasn't alone because it seemed more like her and her wolf were tackling things together. Freya immediately walked towards that hallway, ensuring that her footsteps were really light and that she wasn't walking like a thief should in case the robot saw her. When she got to the store, she carefully opened the door and went in, then she began to search for anything that could help her dig out the ground; something sharp enough in case she didn't find a shovel.

She was deeply scared. “Freya Gallagher, the daughter of the moon, the cursed product of Seraneth. The one who can either mend the supernatural world, or ruin it. The prime hybrid.” Though Freya didn’t understand the words of this strange man that she had never seen before, yet she couldn’t help the cold feeling that washed through her body.”

Kyro keeps his silence for a long moment, and my words slip without my knowledge. "You follow her because it isn't survival you seek; it's death," I breathe, his evil eyes burning through mine. I'm not intimidated by it, as I bore my gaze through his with equal determination. "Who/what is she?" Kyro pauses, keeping his silence as his gaze impairs mine, searching for something, but I don't know what? "Freya is a Fae… wielding two elements," a suffocating air of shock hangs over us. What the fuck shit...?