Freya Graham Novels & Stories

“Who’s going to run the Wright Diamond Corporation if you disappear in the mountains?” “You—Mmm. Grah—” Kenneth raised his hand in surrender. He turned to Freya, eyes closed, nose flaring. “He’s going?” Freya asked. Kenneth nodded. “He said it’s for his sanity, but he wouldn’t tell me why.” “Maybe he saw something, or someone, when he tried to look up Flareholm,” Freya suggested. “Maybe… the mysterious girl?” Six years ago, Graham said, he met someone in Freedonia—someone he felt deeply connected with. But after an eventful night, the same girl vanished without a trace. At least, he couldn’t find her by name.

Ragnar exhaled in pleasure. “That’s better,” he murmured. He reached down and ran his hand through her matted hair. She flinched. She looked ethereal. Her snowy skin was covered in blood. She was a sight to behold. So f*cking deadly yet so f*cking beautiful. He'd love to break her. To crush her pride and shatter her spirit. He leaned in and whispered near her ear. “I’ll mark you slowly. So they all remember. You, Freya of the North. The rebel. The one who knelt. The one who belonged to me.”

He stepped toward me with his hand reaching for my face. “Your eyes are a rare azure blue and stormy silver. Like a gem. It must be hard to go around with eyes like those, and hair with that tint in it.” He grabbed a strand of my hair, and looked at it. His face was in awe, but also had a hint of wonder. What was he thinking? “My name is Layla. What is yours?” I asked again, trying to get an answer. He was still looking at my hair. “Theodore..” He dropped my hair, and stepped back.

Both dad and I looked at her, shocked that she jumped right into the mix with her own observations. “Well mom, I came across her last week on one of my Pack visits. She’s an Omega who wanted a chance to get out of her Pack. We offered anyone who wanted to come with us, they could but she was the only one who took us up on it. It wasn’t lost on Reid and I that she resembled Dad and I,” I rush out with the words now that I could speak freely about them. She’s nodding, indicating she’s understanding what I am saying.

Freya winked as she chuckled softly as she spoke, obviously teasing the young lady. Freya is a few years older than Alona, but she lost her love when she was in the age of her early twenties, and she did not find another one to love again. So, in her heart, seeing Lexy was like having a daughter of her own. She was happy to see Ethan and Lexy were happy with each other.

Hayley told her with watery eyes. “Just be quiet. Let it all out.” Earnestine reiterated. Freya dressed up in a blue flare gown, her black hair was tied into an onion bulb, she stared at the mirror, her gaze meeting the sparkling chains on her neck. The long gold earrings glittered, as the rays of the sun struck it. She looked like an angel. Freya exhaled, closing her eyes. Janeka helped with the make-up, and she looked gorgeous. Eamon texted her the address of where they'd meet, and her sisters made sure she'd look stunning or possibly more than that. Her blue heel shoes matched the long blue flare gown.

FREYA’S POV: Working with the group had been surprisingly stress free through the rest of the week with not that much drama as I had expected. Just occasional glares from Elena and Silas, of course mostly keeping to himself and the best part is; we are more than halfway done. For the reason to get over with it once and for all, I stood right before the full length mirror in the room, getting dressed on a Saturday. I settle for an off white long sleeved crop top with a simple sunflower design on the front, light blue shorts and a pair of white converse. I look simple enough…

She wanted to be free and lose herself in Jake all around with no secret between them. Being a girl with such a huge secret was a lonely existence. Freya had walked the earth for the last two years, surviving by stealth and by hiding her true potential, knowing that humans were not yet ready to accept and welcome the existence of what she was to become. At first, she came to meet an unfriendly world until she strived and worked hard enough to meet sustainability, The world had changed over the years of being away from the pack house. But not enough...

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.

She wiped her tears and picks up her phone, dialing her only friend, Tara. "Yes, my dear?" She felt relieved to her friend's usual cheery voice. "Can I go to your house? Right now?" She asks. "Of course!!" Tara answers excitedly, unaware of her friend's condition. Amelia walks to her friend's house, looking like a mess. She's wearing her pajamas topped with a sweater to cover her wrists. Her eyes were bloodshot red from crying and she has dark circles under her eyes. The light that was once coming from her eyes was gone.