Freya Keelin Novels & Stories

Plus, it also gave them privacy. “You called him Kev,” Freya pointed out. “Yeah.” She retrieved the file and her phone from the bag at her feet, not sure why she was disappointed at the lack of messages from Kelvin. It had only been a few hours since they last saw, and he mentioned a meeting. He must be at that meeting. “I’ve always called him Kev.” Freya waggled her brows. “Not this way.” “Stop doing that.” “Oh, now you think I can’t do whatever I want with my brows?” They were alone, but she looked around to be sure no one was witnessing her friend’s dramatics. Unfazed, Freya continued. “Well, hello, Leila. My body, my choice.”

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…

“Alex, why did you do it?” Freya answered on his behalf, “President Melvis, I’m the one who killed the guy. In fact, it has nothing to do with Alex. There’s something wrong with this video too. A huge part of the video in the middle has been cut off, and it has been edited! Whenever I, Freya Mayer, want to kill someone, I will just kill him, and I won’t regret it! If you want revenge, then come at me!”

“Just… keep going… find her.” Kaelb growled in frustration but kept running at full speed, Freya’s scent was still strong and I wondered not for the first time how she was so dam fast. Her scent was not mixed with anything else like gasoline so I knew she was on foot. She had not used magic ever, only ever herbal healing stuff when we were together. Sera had spoken to me about how she had never seen or learned about her Wiccan side so how could she be using magic now? There weren’t any other Witches nearby… except… The old hag, Cindy. “She is dead when we find them.”

Hestia’s trance to the stranger’s beauty was cut when Damian spoke. “Oh, Miss Tolentino, what can we do for you? I’m sure you’ve meet the Student Council Vice President, Miss Leblanc?” Damian motioned his hand to Hestia and stood beside her. Hestia bowed as a sign of respect, sensing that Miss Tolentino is a senior. “Hi. Oh, no need to bow to me, hehe. Anyways, I’m Freya Tolentino, a 4th year student and the leader of the cheerleading squad. I am also the one that helped Excami gather some information and convince the victims… if she hasn’t mentioned yet.” Freya said in a cheery tone. But Hestia noticed something else behind that cheeriness.

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.

She might have had a witch's blood in her veins, but it wasn't pure blood, and she didn't know any magic. "Your eyes, they held fire," Chloe said, calmly observing the girl. “I’ve seen many things,” Freya replied. “And I plan to see more.” Something like amusement flickered in Chloe’s eyes. But as she turned to leave, Freya’s voice stopped her. “Do you know of Skýrana?” Chloe froze mid-step. The shift was subtle, but her spine stiffened, her breath hitched. Slowly, she turned back. Her eyes narrowed. “Where did you hear that name?” She said that as if it were the most haunting thing.

And then she appeared. Freya stepped out from behind a tree, her entire figure shrouded in black leather, sleek and polished. Her hair was pulled back, and her expression… it was hard, cold, and more calculating than I had ever seen. She was nothing like the woman I had known, the one who would cry on my shoulder and plead for my support. No, this version of her looked almost… predatory. She took a step forward, her eyes locking onto mine. “So, Caleb,” she started, her voice dripping with a mock sweetness that chilled me, “Good to see you again. Does me some good to know you care about me."

"You are like a sister to me, Frey. Nothing could ever make me hate you." Freya smiled gratefully at her reassurance and then blew out a breath. "Fine, here's the whole truth," she said finally and began to narrate everything, leaving no details out. She told us about her pack, her family, the ball and how she was banished for getting marked by a man she knew nothing about. "Is all this even... real?" Elena said with a confused expression. "I mean it's not like I doubt that you're telling the truth, Frey, but... packs? Wolves? You're saying it's all real?"

Jamira said if she knew how, she’d tell me, but heaven was not her domain. We enter Trasion easily. There was no fee to enter or live there other than you had to be a winemaker. My father was known well for his wine. Even though it was a small shop, dad’s wine was rare and delicious. He was offered his own factory many times, but he knew if he started a factory, he wouldn’t have time for his family. I told the duke of the town that I was his granddaughter. I kept my fathers last name; Celestia, and changed my first name to Lila. As far as anyone knew I was layla’s daughter. I willed everything to myself. If anyone asked where my mother was, I would say she died at the age of 44. 44 years old