Freya From Witches Of East End Novels & Stories

“I will see if Sally is available. That’s all I can do. I know of no one else who is up to handling something like this.” Margaret placed a calming hand on Freya’s forearm. “Then go, cousin. Fetch Sally. We’re witches, not animals.” Freya nodded and teleported out in a much smoother fashion than she’d entered. Margaret stared at the empty spot where Freya stood only moments ago. “Now, that was beautiful.”

The air crackled with crazy tension. The witches began chanting, their voices weaving a dark enchantment as they raised their hands, ready to strike. But before they could finish, their bodies stiffened, their hands frozen mid-air. Confusion flashed through me. What just happened? The sound of approaching footsteps made me turn, and my breath hitched as I spotted Freya emerging from the shadows, the pack warriors flanking her on both sides. With a single sweep of her hand, the witches' spell shattered. A rush of energy surged through me as the bindings on Blair and me dissolved into nothing.

The air crackled with crazy tension. The witches began chanting, their voices weaving a dark enchantment as they raised their hands, ready to strike. But before they could finish, their bodies stiffened, their hands frozen mid-air. Confusion flashed through me. What just happened? The sound of approaching footsteps made me turn, and my breath hitched as I spotted Freya emerging from the shadows, the pack warriors flanking her on both sides. With a single sweep of her hand, the witches' spell shattered. A rush of energy surged through me as the bindings on Blair and me dissolved into nothing.

He chuckled and gestured behind me telling someone to come forward A female voice came from behind me, small and cute. "Hi, Sir." "Freya here will show you around," Derek said, and to be honest I'm grateful he wasn't trying to play the part of my father right now. Fixing me was more important right now. "I'll see you around," he added, then left. "Hi, I'm Freya. I'm a second-year student and a witch and you are ?" "Khalan. First-year. A rider."

She winked. "She is a replacement for Zoey that the Wizard fired, Kat." Oscar swiveled his chair to his Apple screen, double-clicking the envelope icon. Maybe it was her childhood or the universe perceived her helpless. Freya was always perceived as a threat wherever she went, and people found the need to be unkind to her. She wasn't going to have such here. Moving all the way here was for a purpose, and she wasn't going to let anything ruin that. Work hard, play smart and defend yourself was her major goal. Even as a joke, she would so quash suppressive gestures from everyone.

The creature flew faster a few flaps ahead of us and I watched in horror how it contorted into the shape of a human revealing Freya. Did I mention that she was dangerous? No? Well now I was. She was flying mid-air trying to get on the car to grab onto either of us, mostly Hermes since he was the one driving. I stared in shock unmoving in my seat whilst he maneuvered the car from side to side trying to pry off Freya. She had bloodshot eyes and she looked ready to kill. I didn’t want to ask how she was able to do what she was doing but it was definitely a revelation to see her in action. No wonder she was regarded as the most feral witch, they definitely weren’t just referring to her cunning w

His complete refusal to acknowledge the damage Rachelle was doing—or the fact that Freya had done nothing but defend herself in the aftermath. It wasn’t just irritating. It was infuriating. What Bryan didn’t understand—what I doubted he ever would—was that Freya wasn’t someone I needed to keep “in place.” She didn’t need controlling. She wasn’t some liability to manage. She was a woman who had been shoved into a spotlight she never asked for, dragged into drama she never caused, and still somehow carried herself with grace. And I’d be damned if I let anyone—Bryan, Rachelle, or anyone else—make her feel otherwise.

And then a grunt of pure strain, coming from right outside. I moved without thinking. A blur of speed and I was at the window, looking down. Oh, moon goddess. Freya was hanging by her bloody fingertips from the shattered remains of the ledge. Zara was tied to her back with a bedsheet, screaming her head off, her little arms locked around her mother’s neck. Freya’s fingers were slipping, blood making her grip slick. They were seconds from falling. I didn’t think. I just moved.

My heart softened a bit but I remained silent as she stood in front of Lyssandra’s door and took a deep breath. “This is the last thing I do for you,” Freya hissed “and you better not use her blood for some voodoo or spell,” I rolled my eyes, and all my earlier sympathy vanished. “I’m Fae, not a witch. Get a move on or I’ll show you the difference?” I smiled in amusement as Freya took a small fearful step away from me and knocked on the door. “Lyss? Lyssie?” She called out. The door unlocked almost immediately and Lyssandra stepped back with a smile.

I snorted and she pursed her lips. “Anyways, obviously I was surprised she was asking me to do something like that for her when she was part of the major reasons I was ostracized from being Rowan’s wife and Luna, so I tried to send her out but then she played a card I couldn’t resist..” Freya explained and I scoffed. “What card could she have possibly played that would change your mind?” “You remember the witch that was responsible for what happened to Caelan?” Freya asked and I slowly unfolded my arms and my eyes widened because I suspected where this was headed.