Freya From Witches Of East End Novels & Stories

It wasn’t kind. It wasn’t encouraging. But it wasn’t cruel either. It was firm. Like a command. And somehow… That helped. I closed my eyes for a brief second. Then opened them. This time, I lifted my chin. Slowly. Carefully. Just like they taught me. “I…” My voice came out soft at first, but I didn’t stop. “I am Freya Grey.” There was a slight tremble. But I kept going. “Your Luna.” The hall remained silent.

“You are already too late for possession, Alpha.” The room went still. Kaelen’s expression darkened dangerously. “Watch your words.” But the old witch looked completely unimpressed. “The moment you cast her aside, another kingdom claimed her.” Her voice stayed calm. “And whether you admit it or not, Eros Draven will not surrender what he protects.” The thought alone irritated him. No— Something worse than irritation. Kaelen looked toward the rain soaked windows, jaw tight. Somewhere beyond the mountains, Freya was waking into powers she didn’t understand while monsters from centuries old stories searched for her across the continent.

It slams against the wall with a loud bang, causing three pairs of eyes to snap towards me. “What are you doing, Dorian?!” Octavia snaps. “You can't just barge into my room like that—” “It's Alpha,” I correct, ignoring the other two occupants whose eyes are wide with fear. She stares at me for a moment, then snorts. “Right,” she mutters dryly. “Alpha.” I narrow my eyes, ignoring the jab. There’s only one thing that matters right now. “Where is Freya?” Octavia goes still, then she blinks and avert her gaze. “I don't know. But I hope where ever she is that she rots in hell—”

His name is Declan and he is the Alpha of the blue moon pack, his mate is Avalon and she is a Dokar witch, both are strong names so it is only befitting that their daughter gets an equally strong one. Alessia.

Freya Rose Elsa dramatically waved her hand in front of my face, trying to get my attention. She then shouted, “Earth to Freya. Come in Freya.” I blinked a few times, so that I could focus on Elsa, and replied, “Sorry Elsa. What's up?” I tried my best to shake the fuzzy feeling from my head, and snap out of the daze that I was in. “Wait. Didn't I just see you in the parking lot a few minutes ago?”

, I assure myself sitting on my office chair turning on my laptop. Soon the dark screen was brighten up with the picture if aurora in which she is smiling innocently looking at the ducks in the pond. This picture of her was taken by Edward two years ago and I had to trade my favourite 70’s pocket watch with him for this picture. “Beautiful”, I murmur looking at her smile in the picture. Who knows the girl smiling and laughing looking all normal in between humans is not just a simple girl but my queen, the last witch on the earth who will hold all the powers of her ancestors in her petite body. The trauma she had to go by watching her parents killed in a massacre led by pack of werewolves in

With her hands on her waist she asks, "and what color is it?" "Oh!" they both say together. "Yeah, she should have silver colored hair which explains the transformation." "So if I get you right, my hair is this color because I'm the Witch Supreme?" Sarah asks and they all nod. "What are you?" she asks Katrina. "A witch as well, Supreme." "And since I'm the Witch Supreme I'm the most powerful right?" she asks again and they nod again. Sarah goes silent and they all watch her, Jason and Lukas seem nervous because they don't know what her reaction to that would be.

She snapped. "Then hopefully it will die before it gets a chance to eat us," Freya, the pretty, blue-haired, blue-eyed witch, stepped from the darkness. "Zoey, just leave the damn thing." Zoey growled. "Are you sure you are a white witch, bitch?" Zoey questioned and Freya grunted, folding her fists, wishing she could punch Zoey over the mouth. The two had not been able to get along ever since Freya showed up. Freya was the most unruly one of the Cerulean sisters. If she had listened to her older sisters, Imogen and Beatrix, she wouldn't have been captured by King Lucifer.

Freya walked towards where the witches were having their meeting,she didn't care about what her actions might cause her but all she just wanted didn't now was for her mom to come out and explain whatever shit that she had been hiding away from her all this years , yes she is already 18 going to 19 and yes she deserve any answer , she's isn't A kid anymore and she's getting her answer ridge here and ridge now . She knew that she had no right to burst into the chambers while meetings were going on but she was going to do it today , let the consequences come ,She was already prepared for the worst , this woman had bitten more than she can chew and now is right time for her to Place her where sh

Chapter-14 Freya was sitting in her room, all worried. She was the one who sent Sylvia’s daughter away and hid that mark on her body. Yes, she was the witch. She might not be the strongest, but she was not any less powerful than those from the covens. She could defeat a hundred and thousands of those witches all at once. Freya was aware of the prophecy and was certain that it would be fulfilled, regardless of whether the hunters were looking for their queen or the werewolves were looking for their mighty king.