Freya Mikaelson Novels & Stories

I hated this side of him, and I knew how much my silence hurt his ego. “I’m the Luna of this pack, Freya Ronan, daughter of Late Alpha Ronan. I was told you had an alliance with my father that was never sealed." I said as I stood in front of them. A guard led me to my seat, and I was facing them directly. “How can that be?” Nicholas asked. I smirked at their shocked and dumbfounded expression. Of course they probably felt they would never see me again, but here they were, to seal an alliance with my pack.

Then she tugged at my hand and moved me down the hallway, looking around like she wanted to be sure nobody was close enough to hear what she was about to say to me. “Do you know what this means? It's nothing like we've seen before” her strange black eyes were piercing mine. Camile was not a werewolf or Lycan, she was a witch. Her coven had her banished for falling in love with a Lycan. Camille chose love and love brought her here. “I noticed” Of course, her nightmares were nothing like any I had seen before, it was crystal clear. “You don't get it Reuben” her voice was firm causing my gaze that was somewhere else to jerk back to her face.

Earnestine's chains broke up too, she sneered, as they both walked upstairs leaving the three sisters to think deeply about what they had just done. “These bitches are getting more powerful.” Sabrina said, as she moved up and down the basement. Freya didn't say a word, the deed has been done. All she wished was to keep her sisters together, as a family. “Is there any way we can do justice to this?” Janeka inquired expecting a positive answer from Freya. She was the lady who knew it all, the first daughter of Edmond Michael who made her first kill with her mother beside her.

She looked shocked, with unbelief and helpless at whatever she was seeing. "What is going on?" I questioned. "I don't know." Julius replied. "Freya." She all of a sudden said and that sort of made me question what she was talking about, but it seemed as though Julius knew what she was talking about. I noticed Cassandra's eyes scan the room and knew she was back. "Who's Freya?" "Freya isn't the name of a person at least not the one you're talking about. You're a Freya Cassandra. A prophetess and a magic manipulator. You're a Freya."

She snapped. "Then hopefully it will die before it gets a chance to eat us," Freya, the pretty, blue-haired, blue-eyed witch, stepped from the darkness. "Zoey, just leave the damn thing." Zoey growled. "Are you sure you are a white witch, bitch?" Zoey questioned and Freya grunted, folding her fists, wishing she could punch Zoey over the mouth. The two had not been able to get along ever since Freya showed up. Freya was the most unruly one of the Cerulean sisters. If she had listened to her older sisters, Imogen and Beatrix, she wouldn't have been captured by King Lucifer.

Charlotte Hayes' POV I was walking from the room, when all of the sudden, my mother, Ophelia stood before me with that innocent smile of hers. An angelic smile that seduced millions of people in this world. "Darling, where have you gone?" She asked, with worried eyes. Ophelia Maine was a good mother that gave me everything I wanted. People would do anything just to experience what's it like to be in a care of the queen of the stage; but the only thing I don't like about her… is the fact that she's—"Don't tell me that you went to cry because you still couldn't beat me in terms of beauty?" She's a narcissist.

The fact that she didn't know how to control it was what even made her more dangerous. Freya was a creature of myth and magic, a rare hybrid of witch and werewolf who tapped directly from the Moon Mother's magic, a Totemic Shifter, the likes of which were whispered of in hushed tones but never truly documented. Her existence was shrouded in mystery, a secret held close by the ancient forests and the whispers of the wind. The most daring of legends would speak of her kind in hushed tones, their tales laced with fear and reverence, but none dared to commit her story to parchment, for fear of unleashing her potent magic upon the world.

he says, I spin to face him, my chest heaving as rage runs through me at the mention of her. “She has nothing to do with me, I only just met her” I say thinking half it is true. He smirks, tilting his head to sneer at me. “Princess Freyja, royal wolf pack. Princess Fallon and Gamma Lex’s daughter. Eighteen years old, strong healer skilled in combat as is all the females in the pack due to the golden queen” he says looking smug, he fucking knows more than I do. I shrug and turn away making my way to the upper level.

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.

I closed my eyes and started thinking about my life. My name is Freya and I am 17 years old. I am a member of the Blue Crescent pack. I am living in the basement of the backhouse because I was not like any ordinary member of the pack because my father was mated to a vampire and, as their child; I am a born hybrid. The pack members were not ready to accept a Vampire in their pack. My father was a great warrior, and the Alpha didn’t want to lose a fearless warrior like him, so he accepted my parents but gave them a house a little farther away from the other house. We were all living a happy life and my mother was pregnant with another child. She was having some complications on her labour day.