Freya Fanart Novels & Stories

Hayley told her with watery eyes. “Just be quiet. Let it all out.” Earnestine reiterated. Freya dressed up in a blue flare gown, her black hair was tied into an onion bulb, she stared at the mirror, her gaze meeting the sparkling chains on her neck. The long gold earrings glittered, as the rays of the sun struck it. She looked like an angel. Freya exhaled, closing her eyes. Janeka helped with the make-up, and she looked gorgeous. Eamon texted her the address of where they'd meet, and her sisters made sure she'd look stunning or possibly more than that. Her blue heel shoes matched the long blue flare gown.

Freya cries out in ecstasy when I continue to feed on her holding her body against mine as her pussy milks my cock and locks onto my knot. “Don’t pull away,” Liliana softly speaks, after licking and sealing her lavender colored mark, warning Freya, knowing if she pulls off my knot while she’s locked on can hurt us both. “I’m not sure I could if I wanted to, I feel like jelly,” Freya giggles, resting back against me when I pull back from feeding. “Just relax I’ve got you my beautiful Queen,” I reassure, holding Freya’s back against my chest when my eyes catch the beautiful blue mark now resting on Lilian’s shoulder opposite of my green mark.

I think everyone in the room was eager to find out what Freya wanted to tell us as well, because all of us had been watching us with teeth-gritting patience, without uttering a single word. She walked over to the table and laid the book down on top on top of the wood. All of us leaned down to look at the page, unable to figure out the writings in Latin. But one thing was extremely clear. The image on the pages…it was that of a naked woman in the middle of the forest. Her long hair swayed in the wind, covering her privates and the artist had made her look incredibly beautiful. However, none of that got our attention immediately. What got our attention, was the most prominent feature in the wo

Freya lowered the camera slightly, her lips curving in quiet satisfaction. “Perfect,” she murmured to herself. She had been on the sidelines the entire match, she was North Fall University’s Creative Arts department year 2 student. The Sports Department knew her name, so did most of campus. Freya Woods didn’t miss moments, she captured them. Her short curls framed her face in soft rebellion, bouncing as she moved. She wore ripped black jeans and an oversized hoodie that was accessorized, camera strap slung across her chest. At nineteen, she was doing well for herself.

Freya uttered, getting off the bed. “Tell me.” Ariel smiled. “I am going to his house tonight.” Freya started and then Ariel looked at her with raised brows. “Calm down, I don't like men at all, remember?” Freya smirked and then continued. “I am going to his house as a maid tonight, and I will prepare him a drink with Viagra. Then you can come in and you two would have sex. We both know you don't have a womb but you can pretend to be pregnant. He would have no choice.” Freya smiled, in love with her plan.

The Beta and Gamma from Silver Dawn walks up to us, their faces guarded but with small smiles. “Good morning, Alpha Allison, Delta Talia. My name is Andrew, Beta of Silver Dawn and this is Gamma Paxton and his mate, my half sister, Freya, our female Gamma.” “Goddess you are beautiful!” Allie, Athale, Dia, Lianne and I gush at the exact same time, looking at the woman. I saw Freya back when we caught Celine, but I was preoccupied to notice her complete beauty with her dark golden complexion, silver/blue eyes and silver hair. She is tall, curvy in the right places, but strong and agile at the same with perfect balance. Her magic reached out to explore mine, and mine responded in kind. I feel D

I just want this to be over and done with, maybe when I die all these pain will go. I heard mocking laughter above my head and looked up only to see Freya. Freya is the daughter of the current beta and soon to be Luna. She's everything I am not- beautiful blue eyes with shiny blonde hair, killer body, glowing skin, strong and extremely wicked. She stood there with her minions looking at me with pity? I couldn't quite place what that emotion in her eye is. She laughed all of a sudden and kicked me in the stomach. She pulled my hair and slapped me making me fall back on the floor.

Freya "I am Freya Collins, an 18-year-old she-wolf from the Midnight Pack. The pack remained unaware of my wolf existence as I lacked a discernible scent, and I had no intention of revealing this aspect to them. Raised by my adoptive parents, Dad Lucas and Mom Rica, both esteemed pack warriors, I've been showered with love and support. Unbeknownst to the rest of the pack, my adoptive parents have been training me since childhood.

Cronus spoke aloud, “She showed such promise in training and we were all excited to see how far she could go. She is survived by Dreyma Caulret who managed to survive into one of our most strikingly beautiful avian fae variety.” Freya’s picture was put up on a stand by Lyra. It was our standard enlistment picture that we had taken when we first showed up to our notice. She was wearing a simple green jumpsuit and her hair was pulled back. This didn’t represent Freya at all. She was a girl who let her hair down. Dreyma’s counterpart and someone who was meant to stay with us after we crossed the barrier. We had a secret plan to keep her and Dreyma together just so they didn’t have to always won

“You’re an omega, after all. No one with any sense will want a filthy Omega.” Omega. He spat the word like an insult, but I couldn’t even understand or care about what he was saying. I just wanted out! “Release me immediately.” I gritted my teeth. “You can’t do this.” “It’s already done.” My nails dug into my palms. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening. I wasn’t a bloody omega or whatever. I wasn’t some property to be sold. I was Freya Vaughn. And I would destroy every single person who thought they could take away my freedom.