Freya Fanart Novels & Stories

And safety. Freya turned sharply. “Safety? Is that what you call it? Living under the council’s nose, waiting for them to dictate who I can be, what I can do, who I can love? And being a breeder to someone? Irene! There's no breeder in this world. It's peaceful even though it has its own chaos.” Better than being here, hiding in plain sight until some human tears our cover apart. Irene retorted. The bluntness stung. Freya looked down at her damp hair, twisting a strand between her fingers. “Daniel doesn’t know what I am. He will never know”

Turning back to the council, I add out loud, “Our Temple is the best source of knowledge in this.” All eyes turn to the door as Freyja, High Priestess of the Oceana Moon Goddess Temple, steps into the room. Her robes are similar to Silanya’s back in Winter Realm, white with silver trim that glows with ethereal light. But unlike Silanya, Freyja’s hair glimmers with red, lighter than Lyra’s but not unsimilar in shade. Everyone rises, and Darragh pulls out a chair, which Freyja accepts. “Please tell us about the amulets,” I ask her.

she said. “Isn’t it Caesar?” Maya asked. Dorothy shook her head. “It’s probably someone else,” she said. Right then, Freya’s voice could be heard. “I summon upon the power of limitless skies, the origin of all spells, the ends of the galaxy, the karmic cycle of Yin and Yang, death and life, and the edict of the Dragon God!” Freya then cut herself on the palm. Using her blood, she drew a spell formation.

"Kingsley, since you mentioned that I had never given you a gift, here's one for New Year's Eve." Freya's beautiful smile, her eyes sparkling like stars, captured my attention. "What is it?" I gazed at Freya's enlarged belly, feeling a pang in my heart as troubling images resurfaced. Quickly pushing those thoughts aside, I eagerly got up to embrace Freya, my Luna. The unique scent of her, mixed with that of our coming child, finally calmed my anxious heart. Unfazed by the change in my demeanor, Freya's eyes gleamed with laughter. "My teacher says I have a talent for painting. I've been learning oil painting for a while, so I want to gift you a pair of paintings. Open them and see what awaits

Freya turned back to the girl kneeling and said. Arianna's face darkened and her teeth gnashed. “Stop being so despicable, Freya!” she spat. “You know what can happen if the alpha hears about this” Freya laughed. She let go of the girl called Arianna and ran her hand through her hair while laughing and throwing her head back. When she turned back to Arianna, her face darkened. The way her face turned made shivers run down my body even though she wasn't facing me.

She said reluctantly, “Not only that, when you’re doing that thing with guys, you might be the bottom. But if you were to do it with women, you can be on top most of the time…” “Ahem…” Ryan choked. When he recovered, his handsome face was flushed red from laughing. Freya was embarrassed. “I’m telling the truth. You don’t know how much I envy men. If I were to be reborn, I want to be a guy.” “Oh,” Ryan said profoundly, “So you want to be on top.” “Ahem…” It was Freya’s turn to choke. Ryan suppressed his laughter. “It’s okay. You can treat me as your girl bestie.”

Aiden, heart clenched with apprehension, stood watch, his unwavering gaze fixed upon her as she writhed within the protective confines of her own magic. In the ethereal dance of light and shadow, Freya's essence pulsated with an otherworldly intensity. From the depths of her being, a tattoo materialized—a fragment of a greater whole, its shape like a slice of pizza, etched in arcane symbols beyond mortal comprehension, beyond Aiden’s comprehension. The tattoo started from her left shoulder(the pointed part of the slice) and cascading down her back. It glimmered and shone stark blue in the dimly lit room.

The void shivered, trembling like the surface of water struck by a stone. Freya staggered back, every nerve alive with the sense that something greater than time itself had stirred. Skyrana was no longer a shadow of whispers or a fractured reflection in the Chamber’s illusions. She stepped forward as flesh made from fire, her presence a living storm. Her form shimmered, woven from molten threads of light and shadow, every line of her body crackling with untamed, ancient power. Her hair was a river of liquid silver, blazing like molten metal spilled from the core of the earth, and her eyes… they were not eyes at all, but endless pits of flame, burning with a ruin older than kingdoms.

“You. I think I've seen you before.” “I…don't think so,” Alaina responded, pushing her hair to the back nervously. Why was she nervous? “I don't think we've met, ma'am.” “On the contrary, I think we have.” Freya persisted. It felt like she was pushing some kind of agenda and my patience was wearing thin. “And I can't seem to place a finger on it. I never forget those people I'd seen before, so I'm pretty sure I've met you. It doesn't matter though. My name is Freya, Daughter of RavenThorn and Alexander's Luna to be.”

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.”