Freya Keelin Novels & Stories

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…

Breaking Free-- An emotional novel about a young expecting mother trying to break free from the pain of her past, while being on the run from her abusive ex. While running from danger, with nothing in hand, Katie bumps into handsome navy seal, Kaleb Song, who promises on his soul to protect the woman and her unborn child from any endangerment that is lurking around the corner. Will Katie break free from the pain and fear that her ex caused her, so that she would be able to trust and fall in love again?

They both laughed, thinking how their elated feeling could easily give them away. “Sis, we can do this! Just imagine how happy Clarke, Nana and Mr. Watson would feel about this as a Christmas present.” The thought calmed Frida down a bit, but when she glanced at Keira that touched her tummy for the first time today. “Ugh, I hate this, how can I shut myself up around them!” Keira giggled, seeing Frida’s reaction. Frida is not related to the baby by blood, but she accepts and loves it as if it is her own.

“Besides, I wanted to make sure you didn't have a concussion from our… little tumble last night.” I stopped walking and turned to face him, my blood boiling. “What do you want? Is this a game to you? See if you can make the pack pariah fall for the golden boy?” Declan’s expression softened, his blue eyes turning serious. “It’s not a game, Freya. I like you. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since I walked into that garage.” “Stop,” I said, my voice cracking. “Just stop. Do you even know who I am? I’m the daughter of the people your father executed. I’m the 'dirty blood' your friends use for target practice!”

"Yes, and since you don't remember me I'll gladly introduce myself to you once more." "I am Freya, the leader of the healers who reside in Hephalis,home to the mighty beast who soar above the limitations of mortals, my dear Skye," she uttered, and the lights suddenly flickered on and off, as a huge shadow casted down on the wall. And in front of me, was the same woman I was talking to seconds ago, but this time, she had a pair of huge fiery wings. What the hell is happening? Is this another nightmare?!

Drax, made from wild fungi and ethanol, was banned within the city limits but could be legally purchased and consumed in the Drock. Mother’s message was particularly relevant today, as my age now permitted me entry. Her second message was not to take unnecessary risks on the ice peaks I planned to climb, a message she knew I always ignored. The third was one I had received continually since my early childhood: “Skye, do not, under any circumstances, exercise your powers and bring attention to yourself.” I had asked why many times, only to receive the same answer. “Because I forbid it.” Or, as I grew older, “Because we have a special ability that can be dangerous and must be concealed.”

Kylian assured caressing her arm. "Maybe you're right" Eden gave in. "Alright get some rest my love" Kylian said kissing her temples, Eden held the bedsheets pushing the issue away. She had tried to sleep, snuggling up to Kylian, but she couldn't seem to get any rest. Eventually, she had decided to get up and go outside for some fresh air. As she walked outside, she saw a figure in the distance. She didn't know why, but she felt compelled to follow it. As she got closer, she realized that it was Flinn. He was holding something in his hand, and she couldn't quite make out what it was.

"Freya, kill their leader immediately you set your eyes on him. He's a huge wolf with silver fur; his name is Tigreal. If he sees you, don't let up until you're finished with him!" Freya nodded solemnly, knowing exactly whom the maids referred to. "I know my job well. And when I am done, I will strike down the rest of their pack mercilessly. As long as I live, no one shall harm them ever again." "That's right, girl! Now get out there and kick some ass!", A voice erupted from behind the scenes, it was Azure. The woman whom Freya thought to be her mother. Freya's cheeks blushed with a pretty smile upon seeing her mother's approach, finally, she gets to ask the question she'd been intending to

That day, she lost her parents at the hands of the pack's ruling family. Freya is the Alpha Princess whose parents were murdered seventeen years ago. She is the little girl who ran for her life after witnessing her parents die. She ran into the woods, having nowhere else to go, and ended up as a rogue. Freya has been living as a secret assassin for seventeen years, carrying out missions for people just so she can survive, and she has promised to avenge her parents' deaths at any time so she can reclaim her throne. She is now on a mission to eliminate the Alpha King of the Oasis Pack. Alpha Arthur is the son of the couple who murdered her parents, and now is her chance to exact revenge. She w

“Because whenever people betray you they will always be caught. They will always be on your leash. And they can work for free. Because now they fucked up their first chance. So this second chance is them trying to buy back their freedom. “Now here’s the kicker. They don’t know when they’ve bought their freedom back. You might tell them after two jobs, after ten jobs, after twenty jobs. Who knows? But it’s when the boss tells them they are free that they are free. Do you understand now?” He nodded. “Now how about you leave me and let me handle my affairs.” He bowed. Before he could leave, I stopped him. “One more thing.” He turned to me. “Have you caught wind of Freya? Your spies, have they s