Novel & Cerita Freya Mikaelson

"You will not lay a paw on him. Not while I draw breath." The villains turned their attention toward me, their expressions shifting from smug confidence to trepidation. "And who do we have here? Another fool willing to die for this alpha?" I stood tall, my gaze locked with theirs. "I am Freya, and I am here to protect what I hold dear. No darkness shall prevail as long as I stand." With a flick of my paw, tendrils of dark magic swirled around me, intertwining with the raw energy coursing through my body. I lunged at the first villain, my movements fluid and precise, a dance of power and grace.

She'd just wait until she got back to their room. “Who is this, Freya?” Mariah asked, placing a hand on Freya's shoulder. However, she was forced to take off the hand when Freya glanced at her and the hand. Nevertheless, she still introduced herself to Mendoza, “Hello, I'm Mariah Armstrong. Freya's sister, different mothers, and I'm the future Luna of my pack.” “Your name doesn't ring a bell. What pack are you from?” Mendoza asked upon realizing she didn't know the pack her arch enemy was from.

She explained, but I was far from understanding whatever they were saying. The only thing ringing in my head was, my supposed father was a ruthless Alpha. He sold my sister to a Lycan. He also banned everyone from talking about her... That was too much to take in. "How is Freya responsible for my condition?" I asked without looking up from the floor. I felt Daphne's gaze on me and she said. "Freya was born with a special gift, she can manipulate and change one's destiny. She is also a half witch." Daphne explained and I blinked.

"Look here. Isn't this Ms. Elena Nightbloom? What? Hasn't the old bastard croaked yet?" Mia's lackey said, sneering. I lowered my head and held out the coins. "I want to buy medicine. Please, just sell me a small potion. If my father doesn't get it soon, he'll die." "Not selling," Freya Evercrest barked as she stepped forward. She was the werewolf in charge of the healing center. Before, she would always be very respectful when she saw me, but now she stood there with her arms crossed, her face cold with indifference.

Does Ciara have this same aura? Freya smirks before answering my mother’s questions, “I am Freya Rose Nordin of the Northern Isles Pack. I am the daughter of Former Alpha King Erik Iver Nordin and Queen Mother Helen Andora Nordin.” She spoke proudly. “This doesn’t make any sense. Hazel said she was just some she-wolf from her old pack. Some No-name whore!” My Mother looked like she was about to collapse from the pressure of Freya’s aura. I look around the room and notice that everyone is in some sort of pain except for me.

“She doesn’t know. Neither does Damon. But the girl exists. They have tried finding her for years before they passed away. Kael and Evelyn believed her to be dead a long time ago. They never bothered looking. And now… she will return.” “Why now?” Lysandra asked cautiously. “Because,” I said, walking back to my chair and sitting down slowly, “when a stranger tries to break you, you fight. You scream. You claw your way to freedom.” I held up the photo. “But when blood turns on you, when your own sister is the one with the dagger… you hesitate. You don’t scream. You break from the inside.” I said calmly. “And there is nothing better to break a woman than her own sister. Her blood. If she had ma

She’s taller than I am, maybe due to the fact that she was clearly an alpha, and has a perfectly curvy figure. “Hi, you must be Freya. Welcome to Crescent Moon Academy!” She stretches out her slender hand in my direction and I take it instantly. Everything about her, from her stance and posture speaks volumes on a true Alpha female and everything I wish to be. It literally oozes from her - the sophistication and class, the overwhelming pressure of her superiority. “She’s the daughter of our greatest benefactor to the school and the future Luna of the Blood Moon pack. She’s also your roommate for the year.”

” Alex met Kevin’s eyes, noting the concern and fear in the proud Lycan’s eyes. “What is she?” Alex asked, his heart racing. He needed to hear it. This story was just too much. "What do you mean her mother became mortal? What is going on here?" “She is a hybrid.” Kevin stated, looking directly at Alex, sending a chill down his spine. “She is half Lycan and half Valkyrie. She is a Daughter of Freya the wife of Odin the King of Asgard. She is an immortal.”

Freya It worked, we were actually free and one of the bastards was dead to boot, sure I was a little disappointed that it wasn’t me ripping his throat out, but Cali seemed to be on a mission and let’s face it, there was no way I was getting close enough to her to challenge her. Whatever the fuck she was, it was crazy, and I felt myself becoming jealous of another wolf for just about the first time in my life. Like I seriously want flames, so fucking cool. Movement out of the corner of my eye had the hair standing up on the back of my neck and I pounced before I even took it in, shielding Cali while she had her ‘Oh fuck I just killed someone’ moment. But the sight before me stopped me dead.

“You'll get us all killed! Dad's death would've been for nothing!” “I am going to spend the rest of my life married to a ruthless Lycan King who is also a mafia boss and I don't want that,” Freya took Maya's hands again. “You can help me, sis.” Maya tried to shrivel away from the contact but Freya sobbed. “Please, you can help me.” “You're running away from a Mafia Lycan King, what makes you think I won't do the same?” Maya gave her a stern look.