Novel & Cerita Freya From Witches Of East End

“Banished beyond the borders. But Freya’s mother remained. A dark witch. She raised Freya with a single purpose: to restore their family’s claim.” I leaned forward. “And you’re just telling me this now because…?” “Because now you need to hear it,” she said simply. “Freya is in that palace for one reason. She will stop at nothing to see the throne fall into her hands. She’s biding her time.” I scoffed. “And Ethan was her pawn.” The Priestess nodded. “As was Edward. As are you, if you aren’t careful.” I let out a low laugh. “If she thinks she can play with me, she’s going to be very disappointed.”

His fingers twitched like he was trying to grab something solid, something that could anchor him. Freya’s eyes flicked over him, then to me. Before she even asked a question, she stepped closer and dragged a finger along my arm. A slow smile tugged at her lips. “I didn’t think you still remembered your way through the woods,” she said. I stepped out of her reach. “Neither did I but my beta needs you.” She shrugged and went back to Reeves, pretending she didn’t care. Typical. Her pout didn’t fool anyone. I met Freya ten years ago, during the treaty war between the witches and wolves.

“I do not shape the law of the stars, Alpha. I only read them. If you would protect her, then you must prepare for what is coming.” I steadied myself, though my heart hammered against my ribs. “Tell us everything. Tell us about her… about why she’s tied to me.” The elder leaned back, the shadows of the hall deepening across his face. His voice lowered, ancient and grave. “Freya was once a priestess of the Moon Goddess. She turned against her when power tempted her, hungered for dominion beyond the veil of death. When she was cast down, her body was caged in a vessel of iron and bone, hidden where even gods would not tread. Her spirit was left to wander, feeding only on fragments of fear, whi

She heard Aiden in her head, and looked up, her eyes scanning the hall. She wondered if she should greet, but then decided against it. They didn't deserve her greeting. “I am Freya, as most of you know. I am a hybrid. Not a werewolf of course. I am sure of that-glad I didn't get that gene though.” Freya started. “No offense mom.” She said, giving Sheila a side glance. Sheila shrugged. She understood her daughter's anger against the pack.

“But this child is no ordinary infant. She is the key to unlocking unimaginable power, and she belongs to me.” With a wave of her hand, Freya unleashed a furious torrent of magic towards Constantine. The force of the spell sent objects flying across the room, but Constantine remained unfazed. She raised her own hand, countering Freya’s attack with dark energy, and the two forces clashed in a dazzling display of power. “You can’t defeat me, Freya,” Constantine taunted. “I am the most powerful witch in existence, and you are nothing compared to me.” But Freya refused to back down, her eyes burning with determination. She poured all her strength into her magic, desperate to protect the innocent

“Cian is fine, and this is Alora. We would like to be friends. We know some certain someone’s you know; Druida and Angel?” “Come on, let’s go back to the packhouse and talk.” Liam says, turning his head to me. “By the way; Ezra found his mate today. She’s a witch and she brought the children home safely. Her name is Freya and she has much to tell us about Jessica and everyone on that side.” I nod, relieved to be alive, and curious what Freya can tell us. Also immensely curious as to what Cian and Alora can tell.

Freya's POV I could feel the heat waves of hate leaving her, her eyes focused on the back of my head as I walked in front of her my body stiff, mind running haywire. I could almost hear the thoughts running through her mind even though she did not say them. I was a human..filthy and weak. And somehow, I had the alpha bringing me to his house. I waddled shamefully through the floors. " Where the hell do you think you are going you filthy creature? The servants rooms are this way" she said calling me back before I could make further descent into the dark hallways.

she announced as soon as she opened the door. She didn't even bother to look at me and just stood there holding the door. “Now?” I asked as I walked towards her. She didn't utter a word, just swept her free hand to the side, an instruction for me to exit my room. I did as commanded, then waited for her to lead the way. I followed behind her in silence, trying to keep my thoughts quiet. As much as I tried to block her out, I couldn't. While being here with Azael, he had made sure that he had a large supply of Witch and Warlock kids for Selene to feed on. Her strength was like nothing I'd witnessed before. She was almost as strong as Azael himself and her Lycan looked as though it had been on

Freya’s POV I nodded, “Yes. Derek Ashford. My ex.” Lizzy’s mouth fell open. “Are you kidding me?” She looked at the flowers on the floor then back at me. “Freya, what the hell? How much has been happening in your life?” Her voice was loud and angry. “And I’m just finding out now? What is really going on?” Guilt hit me hard, “Lizzy…” “No. Don’t Lizzy me. You’re my best friend. You’re pregnant and your husband is cheating on you. Your wolf is drugged. You’re being targeted by evil witches and now you’re getting flowers from your ex boyfriend.”

Freya was smart to an extent, so she definitely knew better than to run away because she wouldn't survive a day out there. Has she been kidnapped? She had her own way of standing out, so I wouldn't be surprised if she caught a trafficker’s attention. “She hasn't returned, my Lord.” I let out a deep breath as I tried to remain sane. This was all on me because if I hadn't given the free day, this wouldn't have happened. “Laura has contacted the witch t- I furrowed my brow as my worry slowly brewed into anger. “Why does Laura know about this before me?”