Freya Fanart Novels & Stories

Instead of wasting her, Dante brought a 'smart suggestion' that she should be taken back home with them and turned into one of their slaves, as they needed more. While she had remained in a terrible condition, subjected to the most degrading and humiliating responsibilities by the Blood Moon pack, Freya has had her mind focused on freedom. That hope alone has been her drive. Although Freya had four pairs of clothes as a whole; three were mostly rags. She was fed so poorly and treated like an animal, yet, she was still the most beautiful girl in the entire pack. This drew envy from all the other girls because searching the entire kingdom, Freya was the most pretty, most well-mannered, kind, c

She frowns at him and tries to ask with her eyes if he is all right, but he just gives her a small smile meant to encourage her to act like he isn’t there. This is her moment, there must not be any distractions. “What is Freya the Goddess of?” she asks. “She is the Goddess of fertility and life, so it is only fitting that her blessing be what welcomes our spirit into this world. This is why I have questioned your aura test in the past, no one has ever turned up with no ancestral power, we are all children of Geri and Freki, no matter how much our blood has mingled, it has all come from the same source.”

Freya scrambles back to the corner and pulls the thin blanket tighter around her body as she trembles in fear. "Freya… I know what I look like, look at me," I softly speak, slowly I reach out and pull her chin up to meet my gaze. She whimpers and pulls away, I let the glamour reveal my face so she can see who I am. "Daddy!" Freya's body violently shakes when she throws herself into my arms with tears freely flowing down her face.

As she flashed the men before her a bright smile, she scanned them from head to toe. “Xain Judah… Samarth Carter… Yandel Harlow… Everyone’s here, I see. Did something happen?” The woman in red leather armor giggled. Xain stood up and introduced her to James. “James, this is Wynter Freya. You may not know about this, but her original form is a phoenix. As such, she possesses enormous strength.” “A phoenix?” James froze. As if having sensed his thoughts, Xain said with a smile, “Of course she’s slightly different from the phoenix of the Four Holy Beasts.”

“Hey,” Adrian beamed, noticing Freya suckling in her sleep. He took her from the hospital crib and cradled his baby girl. “Are you hungry, Baby?” Freya had thick brown hair. They weren’t as dark as Adrian’s hair but close enough. She had a pointed nose and plump cheeks. Even as a baby, she had long lashes. Adrian imagined Freya would be Riley’s copy, but as it turned out, she looked more like him! He wondered if that meant Riley was more in love with him now. Adrian relished at the thought, and his smile never faded as he fed his daughter with a bottle.

Freya felt the feeling of distaste return to her stomach as she thought of that. The fair goddess stood abruptly, wearing a smile that Freya identified as fake. “I'm sorry for my manners, my Lady. I'm general Karen, the chief of Lord Draven's army.“ She shot a glance at Draven as she said her last words, but he was too busy looking elsewhere.

, Azure replied with a bright but evil smirk on her cheeks. As Freya turned away, her mind filled with uncertainty, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this war than met the eye. However, having no choice but going against her true self and nature in order to protect her pack and be a helpful and reliable daughter, Freya planned to show up for help and be the weapon of destruction for the White moon's pack.

Finally, there was a girl that looked just like me, almost like a mirror. “You know me as Serenity,” she started to say, “I am your fairy and control your magic.” She then gestured to each figure in turn. “This is Arashi, she is your dragon soul, princess of dragons. This here is Lucinda, your wolf spirit and healer. Finally, this is Silk, your sprite. She controls your vampire magic and is the form you’ve been adopting since you were 8.”

The gesture was something odd, it was surely not something a person would do if they had just met, which told me the two had to be familiar with one another. “How long has her eyes been like this?” She spoke up to me and I knew she was referring to the light blue ring around the iris. “Maybe five minutes, not long at all. Why? What’s happening?” I asked and unconsciously stepped closer to Raven. With a huff, Queen Fara looked towards me. “Her type of blood holds a lot of power, and sometimes it’s too strong for the host to hold. The elements combined and overthrow the host, creating this luminescent blue around the eye, and if not stopped soon, the elements can completely consume her."

Taking a seat, Axel locked the door. Freya turned to me. “I would have preferred to say this in her absence,” she says, and I noticed she was not in a veil this time either; she was in a dark brown suit and pants, her hair done up to reveal her neck. She looked... different, beautiful, even with the scars that were now very much visible. I had never seen her in such a type of clothes. “She is the Luna of this pack, so anything you have to say, I would advise you to speak up before I have to investigate it all myself.”