Freya Beauchamp Novels & Stories

“You'll get us all killed! Dad's death would've been for nothing!” “I am going to spend the rest of my life married to a ruthless Lycan King who is also a mafia boss and I don't want that,” Freya took Maya's hands again. “You can help me, sis.” Maya tried to shrivel away from the contact but Freya sobbed. “Please, you can help me.” “You're running away from a Mafia Lycan King, what makes you think I won't do the same?” Maya gave her a stern look.

Does Ciara have this same aura? Freya smirks before answering my mother’s questions, “I am Freya Rose Nordin of the Northern Isles Pack. I am the daughter of Former Alpha King Erik Iver Nordin and Queen Mother Helen Andora Nordin.” She spoke proudly. “This doesn’t make any sense. Hazel said she was just some she-wolf from her old pack. Some No-name whore!” My Mother looked like she was about to collapse from the pressure of Freya’s aura. I look around the room and notice that everyone is in some sort of pain except for me.

With hope that Rhea would understand. But Rhea wasn’t the scared girl under a blanket anymore. She was Alpha now. At war. And Freya… Freya was the weapon forged in their enemy’s hands. She sank to the floor again, curled like a dying flame. And for the first time in years, she prayed. Not for escape. Not for forgiveness. But for truth. Because she didn’t know who she was anymore. A sister? A spy? A puppet? Or something far worse… A blade, still waiting to be used.

And I, personally, would rather launch myself into the ocean. “Stop looking like you’re walking toward your execution,” my sister, Freya, mutters beside me. Of course Freya sounds relaxed. She probably shifts in her sleep just to show off. I love my sister. I really do. But unfortunately, she was also handcrafted by the goddess specifically to make me feel like a potato. Freya Thornwood is petite with dark curls and blue eyes, Beta-ranked, gorgeous without trying, and terrifyingly competent. She’s the kind of woman who can pin a grown wolf twice her size during sparring and still look pretty afterward.

she declared, her voice filled with cruel satisfaction. As Freya cradled Vaemond’s lifeless body, she felt a deep sense of dread wash over her. She had tried to warn him, but now it seemed that their actions had led them down a dark and dangerous path. With Felicity’s malevolence unleashed, Freya feared that the consequences would be more dire than she could have ever imagined.

She looked shocked, with unbelief and helpless at whatever she was seeing. "What is going on?" I questioned. "I don't know." Julius replied. "Freya." She all of a sudden said and that sort of made me question what she was talking about, but it seemed as though Julius knew what she was talking about. I noticed Cassandra's eyes scan the room and knew she was back. "Who's Freya?" "Freya isn't the name of a person at least not the one you're talking about. You're a Freya Cassandra. A prophetess and a magic manipulator. You're a Freya."

Freya remarked. "She knew she would be caught, and she begged me to kill her." I gazed at Freya, and she said, "She wanted to make it look like I killed her; she wanted to pin everything on me after knowing that you are alive." I shot back, "You are lying," with anger. "She wasn't sent by me; she was aware that she would ultimately perish at the hands of the werewolf council member. She made that decision because she knew you two would die in the end. "I have the identity of the werewolf council member who sent her," Freya said.

“It's alright sister. Weston Hills is our home and we cannot back down. We have to fight, I know Earnestine won't stop fighting where ever she is.” “I wish you could go back to life,” Freya said before embracing her. Their hug was warm and tight, Janeka's eyes widened when she tried to tell Freya that she was attempting to kill her. “I love you.” Freya said. “I love you too.” Janeka said puffing out. Pulling away from Janeka, Freya pushed Janeka and she fell backward, the emptiness opened and consumed Janeka. Freya smirked before she turned her back walking deeper into the infernal region. She didn't regret what she just did. It was the only option she had.

I couldn't hear his reply, but Damien then said, “You can come back to the house now, bring Tristan and the others.” I think Evan then must have asked if I was okay, because Damien then said, “they managed to successfully remove the metal and gave her some blood in a drip. She's sitting next to me downstairs and her wound is almost healed, it's miraculous,” he sounded so happy, and his face was full of pride, as he listened to Evan on the other end of the phone. He then replied, “Freya ascended, and then threatened to rip out the hearts of anyone that wanted to touch Tristan or the others, she said she'd serve the hunters hearts to the wolves for their dinner.”

I will teach her wrong things little by little. Make her doubt. Make her alone. And while she tries to be perfect my way, I will learn about her power. Maybe I tell Viktor. Maybe not. Either way, Freya’s days as loved future Luna are not many. She just does not know. That night in my room I took paper. I must write what I know. Freya Laurent – gray eyes, maybe Moon Goddess blood Silver light when rogue attacked George Laurent – same name, maybe family Power came with big fear She does not know she has it