Novel & Cerita Freya Keelin

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.

It consumed me, taking me over. “No!” I screamed as I fought for control, but the god's presence was so much stronger now, lunching on my fear and my anger. Finnick was beside and his hand on my shoulder, shielding me, reminding me who I was. “You are Freya Kael,” he whispered. “ you are not alone.” But Kade wasn’t finished. With a mocking laugh, he lunged again, this time aiming for Finnick. My heart paused. I couldn’t let him hurt Finnick—not again. I couldn’t let this man destroy everything.

she said as she walked quickly to the door. Helga opened it and a familiar face shocked her. Helga immediately showed contempt in her eyes and stared coldly at the girl in front of her. "What are you doing here? Master is not present right now" she said with pure coldness in her tone. "I'm here for Amelia," Calia said calmly. Amelia stood up and walked to the door. She notices Calia standing by the entrance and she immediately smiled. "Calia! What are you doing here?" Amelia asked with a bright smile on her face. Calia smiled back and showed a paper bag to Amelia.

She heard Aiden in her head, and looked up, her eyes scanning the hall. She wondered if she should greet, but then decided against it. They didn't deserve her greeting. “I am Freya, as most of you know. I am a hybrid. Not a werewolf of course. I am sure of that-glad I didn't get that gene though.” Freya started. “No offense mom.” She said, giving Sheila a side glance. Sheila shrugged. She understood her daughter's anger against the pack.

"Clearly, they acted together to bully me, and yet you stand there blind as a bat, seeing nothing! Have you not noticed the injuries all over me?" Freya's eyes burned with rage, but the moment she recalled Selena's cutting words, she forced every tear back. She would never cry in front of a man. She was the daughter of the Desert Hawk, born unlike any ordinary girl. Crying was simply not permitted. Yet, as she looked at Frederick, her heart simmered with resentment.

It was obvious that she’s already drunk from the countless drinks she had. Well, it’s not only her who is drunk—we’re all drunk, actually. I only smiled as an agreement to her words. “What are you saying? Azaia is also a good catch. She’s rich, beautiful, kind and loyal. She never even saw herself with any other men other than him despite having a lot of male friends,” Kriselle answered. I only shook my head from the blabbering of the twins. They were amusing to see the two of them enjoying their selves. My attention landed towards Safey who suddenly stopped joining our conversation.

Katherine says angrily, before leaving the room, Kai following behind her. “I thought you were also going to leave.” Freya sighs, dropping her purse on the table. “I don’t quit when the job is almost done, do I?” I say with a forced smile, there’s something that Katherine and Kai don’t know, them quitting makes no difference at all: Freya’s still going to do whatever she’s planning to do, who knows? She might even kill Katherine and Kai but judging our relationship, she wouldn’t dare hurt them. She reaches out from her purse and grabs the bottle, handing it over to me. “This is it, Cleo.”

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.

Kyro keeps his silence for a long moment, and my words slip without my knowledge. "You follow her because it isn't survival you seek; it's death," I breathe, his evil eyes burning through mine. I'm not intimidated by it, as I bore my gaze through his with equal determination. "Who/what is she?" Kyro pauses, keeping his silence as his gaze impairs mine, searching for something, but I don't know what? "Freya is a Fae… wielding two elements," a suffocating air of shock hangs over us. What the fuck shit...?

Chapter 9 Caitlyn was standing beside her gate when Martin arrived in his car. She was wearing a black leather skirt that stopped way above her knees, a small white top that clung to her body, a black leather jacket, and a white shoe to match. Martin swallowed nothing as he stared at her. He was mesmerized by her beautiful face and body. He cleared his throat nervously, winded down, and poked his head out a little. "Get in!" He ordered her. She smiled and quickly rushed to enter the car.