Freya From Witches Of East End นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"What the fuck do you want. Freya ignores Shelley then turns to me. "I saw you at the party with Xavier." Her voice comes out low and evil. Just like her mother, I don't think I can ever get that witch voice out of my head. like mother like daughter, evil bitches. "So what." Shelley scoffs before I could open my mouth to say a word. Freya glares at her before speaking. "Like the good big sister I am, I just wanted to tell you not to get too attached."

CHAPTER 1 PILOT Clara’s POV: MY NAME IS Clara Peterson and what you are about to read is the story of my life. However before we delve into the story proper, let me introduce you to my squad. We are more like a family. You dare one of us and you are taking on all of us. There is Ray Glazebrook, my boyfriend or anyways, soon to be boyfriend. He is a werewolf. Infact, he is the Alpha of a werewolf pack called the Kraits. He is immortal and very powerful. Then we have my best friend, Janet Johnson or as I like to call her JJ. She is a witch with the powers to control and manipulate storms. This means she can control lightning. We then have Ethan Vanderbilt, the only hybrid amidst us. He is both

She screams. “You bitch!” He yells throwing his fist on her face. Freya struggles under his weight as he continues to hit her. Already exhausted she bits hand on his hand making him release her. She crawls but Baxter is holding her ankle again. Before he pulls her back to himself Freya already pulls a screw driver with her. He throws her against the wall and when he pounces on her she lifts the weapon and instead of landing on her he lands directly unto the weapon. Freya twists it a few times before taking the keys from his pocket. She opens the room and runs out. There are people everywhere but they are all staring at her like she’s crazy. She couldn’t blame them. She has blood all over her

"She was the most powerful witch I have ever met. We fell in love at first sight. We didn't care about our differences. I, a werewolf and she, a witch. She was a quarter werewolf because her father who could also read thoughts was half wolf and half wizard." Freya was just in the dark for a long time about her family history. No wonder she looks lost when things like this are discussed. It must be overwhelming discovering you can read thoughts and not know why you can. She must have been scared the first time she ever shifted and it must have been excruciatingly painful for her too. She was indeed a warrior and was stronger than she looked. "It's sad I can't tell you where Freya's mother is

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.

He would tentatively give her a B cup. He wanted to smile, but from the previous reaction of Edea, he knew that he wasn't particularly presentable. "Hello, I am sorry to meet an acquiescence of Edea in such situations. Still, I am Sol Luxuria. Happy to meet you…?" Edea, catching the question in his words gave the identity of the woman. "She is my big sister, Freya. In your history book, she should be known as the witch of space!" Edea clothes were already pristine clean thanks to using time magic to reverse the state of her clothes.

Andre was working on the witch angle but that seemed like a dead end. “Please.” I lowered my head to rest on her hand. “My goddess, I am sorry. I just need some sign something to tell me how to help her. Don't take her from me just because of my mistake.” A flash, like a dream but it was real, like I was there. Freya was just a little kid running outside a small cabin with an older man. “Come Freya!” He called, his voice sounding happy to see her. “Your mother's waiting.

I'm busy making an another mixture of my posion and my daily mixture of herbs for my prisoner's beast. He went beside her to check her mixture. Freya is not an ordinary witch you could compared just like in the movie with a messy long curly hair, wrinkled face, dark lips, big eyes, long fingernails, wearing a black long gown like a dress when attending someone's funeral and had a broom sticks beside her, Nope! She's not like any one of those.

King Edward spoke at last, his voice like ice, “have no claim unless recognized by the Council.” “And I suppose your little puppet is more acceptable?” Freya snapped, her eyes burning as she looked at Melinda. “You're a perfect omega?” Melinda flinched, but Luna Laura placed a protective hand on her shoulder. “She is pure,” the Queen said coldly. “Untainted. She has served this pack with grace while you ran to your past like a coward.” Freya stepped forward. “I didn’t run. I survived. I protected my children. I escaped captivity, torture, witches, and my abusers. And I did it alone.” Her voice cracked. “So don’t you dare question my strength.”

FREYA. The cold splash of liquid on my skin jolted me up from sleep, pushing me to wake up immediately. My eyes were met with the head maiden's furious glare. Tightening her fists to the empty bucket, she yelled at me. “What the hell are you doing lazing around? Get the hell up, you lowly maid!”