Freya Fanart Novels & Stories

Freya chuckled, "well that makes two of us because I am the most single girl alive." Bastian briefly stared at the bathroom before focusing his attention back on his phone call, "aren't you sweet? I think I have fallen in love with you, Freya. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Tell me about yourself." Freya laughed loudly, "of course I'm beautiful but I know you are exaggerating. However I like it, I love when people praise my beauty. So you already know my name. I'm twenty-one years old. From a wealthy family and I just finished college. I came here on vacation with my two best friends and we are all about having fun.

The hatred I harboured for her ran deeper than marrow, though she remained blissfully unaware of the contempt that festered within me. Freya was the antithesis of everything Lyra had been. Where Lyra possessed peace and soft femininity, Freya was all calculated smiles and hollow perfection. The cruel truth wasn't lost on me—ridding myself of Freya would prove infinitely more challenging than casting aside Lyra, my true mate.

Freya turned and saw what was happening and narrowed her eyes in pity but didn’t let it reach her heart because her bloodlust was far higher than her compassion. Licking her lips, she turned to Daphne who was ready to fight Freya. She could tell the difference in power. Freya was the Winter’s Witch, she is the strongest of Gaimore. On Persephone and Tristan’s level. “Well, well, one- actually two are down from your side.” She mumbled, drawing her sword slowly in a charming way. Daphne lowered her gaze and glanced at Vera compassionately.

Athena looked at her lovingly and said. “My daughter will be called “Freya” as it is the name of Goddess of love, beauty, war, and death. My daughter’s birth will bring peace and prosperity into your tribe for a long time Eos and it will be so till she leaves you one day for she has to fulfill the purpose of her life’s but she will return after the period of exile and restore your glory.” “Freya! What a beautiful name.” Ariana said taking her into her arms and kissing her forehead then looked at both Eos and Athena and said.” Freya Glaros.”

Her surrounding darkened and she saw an opening menu asking her to select a name for herself along with her identity. She decided to name her character Freya over her favorite character in Norse mythology and then select a female human. Then, she saw a screen that would allow her to customize her character’s appearance, from the body shape, skin tone, eye and hair color as well basic clothing options for her to choose from.

A shiver ran down my spine and I’m not certain it was a bad one. “Freya.” I replied straightening my spine. “Mmm… What a powerful name, Freya.” He said with small moan. My body full blown betrayed me and instantly butterflies began dancing in my stomach. “I’m sorry we met under these circumstances, Freya. I can’t fully explain it but I feel drawn to you. Did you put a summoning spell on me?” He asks. “I don’t use summoning spells.” I scoff, rolling my eyes. ”They’re timing is unpredictable and I’d prefer not to have a random monster show up while I’m in my apartment. Although somehow you’ve found me anyway?”

Julia almost fired but managed to suppress her anger “I am here not because I want to but I was taken outside my pack as the Princess. I told them every day that I was not the Princess but no one believed anything and I had no choice but to play along” Freya responded soberly Julia went silent for a bit before breaking the silence with a scoff. “How did you manage to fool everyone? You look nothing like me so quit the act. Did you bewitch everyone here?” Julia slammed Oneiros who was tired of everything shook Julia and pointed to Freya “Can’t you see that she’s your splitting image? There’s no way anyone would argue that this is not you”

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.

But it was today, as the entire pack gathered for the formal punishment decree, that her illusions finally shattered. Freya stood tall beside the High Elder, dressed not in the silks of royalty but in the warrior leathers of her hybrid bloodline. Her shoulders were square, her chin lifted, her eyes burning not with vengeance, but with the fire of a woman who had bled for everything she now held. Her children present in Kandrix, Louis, and Jasper, hands as they were watched over by warriors and healers alike. Safe. Loved. The sight of them playing peacefully was more powerful than any title or throne. They were the reason Freya had survived. They were her victory.

As if grasping at the last straw, Lupa shouted as fast as she could, "Freya ! Don't you want to get Freya back? I can help you! " My footsteps paused involuntarily, and the figure of Freya came to mind. Since she left the Nightfall Pack, she has become more and more attractive to me. Not only showing excellent design talent but also performing well at every alliance meeting. She seems to be more mature than before when she danced at the jewelry show that day. Her hair had become longer and draped seductively behind her, and her mysterious chocolate-colored eyes had a touch of flamboyant confidence and sexiness that she did not have before.