Freya Graham Novels & Stories

Azael and Selene where more than enough for me to handle. I stepped forward and rubbed my hand on my jeans before offering it to the girl. She hesitated for a second, glanced over at Savanah, who smiled back at her softly. She then took my hand in to hers and shook it, squeezing it a little harder than she needed to. I guess she was trying to show off some of the power she had, but I wasn’t interested in a dick sizing contest. I knew I could hold my own, or die trying. I had nothing to prove, and she was of no particular concern to me. I just wanted to know what she was doing in my back yard, and what she planned on doing. Then she could leave, letting me get on with what I needed to do to d

Her widened eyes blinked at Blaire, already knowing the answer was wanting Blaire to admit it, thereby indirectly accepting her unspoken offer to help. Freya was a nice girl; despite being of a high rank, she was like a kid in a candy store who could easily turn into a sly vixen whenever she pleased, especially when she was horny. Her aura when faced with something serious was also different, but other than that, she preferred to take on the resemblance of a child. She smiled a lot, and her fascination when presented with something new and different was almost…

She frowns at him and tries to ask with her eyes if he is all right, but he just gives her a small smile meant to encourage her to act like he isn’t there. This is her moment, there must not be any distractions. “What is Freya the Goddess of?” she asks. “She is the Goddess of fertility and life, so it is only fitting that her blessing be what welcomes our spirit into this world. This is why I have questioned your aura test in the past, no one has ever turned up with no ancestral power, we are all children of Geri and Freki, no matter how much our blood has mingled, it has all come from the same source.”

“What do you think I am?” She heaved a big sigh. “The assassin!” She laughed and fell back. “Flarry must have told you a lot about me.” Arya nodded. “He says you're one he can barely defeat no matter what, but will surely defeat if he's consistent.” Freya shook her head. “He lied! I will chop off his head if he's consistent in attacking me. I am merciless!!!” “Fine! Be merciless to me, but please, keep me alive.” Arya pleaded.

I questioned smiling widely, I don't know but this gives me joy so much and i can't help it but smile more. "We are gonna pick them tonight, you can't decide to pick them yourself. There would be a fight battle and you will pick the strongest, that's how we work here cause most of them train every day and their strength do change. Using Nicole and Gracie, Nicole was the strongest in the female lane when it comes to fight battle and missions but shockingly, Gracie is now the strongest when it comes to the female. Freya is the strongest of them all, her strength can't be match, she was weak when she came here but due to her training intensively, she learn so fast and i am always amazed my her

she explains with a shrug and slightly bored look on her face. “Go watch after Raven and her sister, do your best to keep them safe, she’s our only chance at overthrowing his Highness. I already plan to cover it with glamour so Orin won’t see, he’ll just think it’s a fling,” I instruct Freya, knowing she is the best person for the job as she is extraordinarily skilled with glamour and compulsion. “If I do this for you, I’m done, I want a new life away from our King… my fucking father,” Freya firmly speaks, as her eyes go to the stairs making me focus noticing footsteps in the distance.

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.

Once her jealousy cleared and she could think straight, it was pretty obvious that Ray and this woman were related. Leah glared at Ray, whose chuckle turned into a full blown laugh. She sighed and turned back to the woman with a blush staining her cheeks. “Sorry, that was rude of me.” She reach out her hand to the woman. “I am Leah Sullivan.” The woman reached out and shook Leah’s hand. “I am Francesca, Ray’s sister. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” She stepped closer and pulled Leah into a hug that she wasn’t expecting. Leah smiled, a tear coming to her eye when Francesca continued by saying, “Welcome to the pack, little sister.”

She was deeply scared. “Freya Gallagher, the daughter of the moon, the cursed product of Seraneth. The one who can either mend the supernatural world, or ruin it. The prime hybrid.” Though Freya didn’t understand the words of this strange man that she had never seen before, yet she couldn’t help the cold feeling that washed through her body.”

“You. I think I've seen you before.” “I…don't think so,” Alaina responded, pushing her hair to the back nervously. Why was she nervous? “I don't think we've met, ma'am.” “On the contrary, I think we have.” Freya persisted. It felt like she was pushing some kind of agenda and my patience was wearing thin. “And I can't seem to place a finger on it. I never forget those people I'd seen before, so I'm pretty sure I've met you. It doesn't matter though. My name is Freya, Daughter of RavenThorn and Alexander's Luna to be.”