Freya Mikaelson Novels & Stories

Freya answered still smiling and it was only then Neah realized that the girl might be right about not having talked to anyone since she was new as well. "So how did you find this class, someone must have shown you around then" Neah asked, still unsatisfied. "My dad brought me here, he's one of the teachers, Alpha Ryker, that's his name" Freya replied with buoyancy and Neah's jaw hung open with surprise. "Your father is an Alpha and also a teacher here?" Neah asked and Freya nodded with delight. "He's the Alpha of Gray Moon, the strongest pack after Blue Moon pack, I'm a Lycan" Freya explained and Neah nodded.

"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.

“Several years after the white witches were freed and the packs began to grow is when Freya was born. Freya was half witch and half wolf.” “What?” “Yes, Haley. You have witch in you. Freya’s mother was a white witch and her father was a wolf. Freya happened to take on her wolf traits over her witch traits. The rest of the story you know.” “What happened to Freya’s mother?” “She died in the attack that killed her mate along with her father. Witches tend to look young and Freya’s mother kept her powers hidden. That day she revealed her true self to help the pack and she was hurt that her pack had turned on her so quickly. Her mother’s death is one of the many reasons she was angry at the moon

he said solemnly. The elders turned and looked at the girl. She nodded at them with a radiant smile on her face. Then she placed her hand on top of the orb, her hand covering Ryan’s. Seeing him flinch, I knew he had felt the spark from the mate bond. “I, Freya Gladice Maddox, daughter of Beta of the Redmoon pack, seek the blessing of the Moon Goddess.” Freya, so that’s her name… And she was a beta heir from the Redmoon pack, yet another pack ambushed by the Moonstone pack…

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...?

she reiterated in a calmer tone, her heart aching as she confronted the fear in his eyes. "I am me, Dayton. I am Freya, an Ancient vampire who's lived over two thousand years. I've walked this world for millennia, leaving a trail of defeated enemies in my wake. I have fought immeasurable odds and have always been the last one standing at the end. When we were attacked all those years ago, they tried to kill me with their bullets and I took them out because they were threatening what was mine to protect. They were trying to take you from me, and they paid with their lives. I am more than capable of judging a threat and dealing with it accordingly. You appear to have forgotten that, my mate. Y

I just want this to be over and done with, maybe when I die all these pain will go. I heard mocking laughter above my head and looked up only to see Freya. Freya is the daughter of the current beta and soon to be Luna. She's everything I am not- beautiful blue eyes with shiny blonde hair, killer body, glowing skin, strong and extremely wicked. She stood there with her minions looking at me with pity? I couldn't quite place what that emotion in her eye is. She laughed all of a sudden and kicked me in the stomach. She pulled my hair and slapped me making me fall back on the floor.

I would endure this for her, I would endure anything for her. So I drank, and I suffered, and I prayed to the moon goddess that it would be enough to save the woman I loved. I tried to control the pain as I held on to Freya's hands, my claws digging into her soft skin. The witch's power was like a living thing, clawing at my insides, trying to tear me apart from the inside out. "Why is her power attacking me?" I asked through gritted teeth, my voice raw and hoarse. Sersia's glowing grey eyes met mine, ancient and knowing. "Freya has the rarest traits of the most powerful witch," she said. "Her power is reacting to the substance she consumed, causing it to lash out at you."

“You need someone who can see through a lot of beautiful bullshit.” She frowns at the list, thinking hard. I wish I could help, but Mikela, the High Priestess of the Maiden coven, was supposed to handle this part. She had some kind of emergency. So it’s all on Freya now. Mom and I snac, giving her space to figure it out. I’m mid-way through mentally listing everything our ambassadors will need when Freya suddenly slaps her hand down on the list. “Phoenix. He’s the one.”

And then a grunt of pure strain, coming from right outside. I moved without thinking. A blur of speed and I was at the window, looking down. Oh, moon goddess. Freya was hanging by her bloody fingertips from the shattered remains of the ledge. Zara was tied to her back with a bedsheet, screaming her head off, her little arms locked around her mother’s neck. Freya’s fingers were slipping, blood making her grip slick. They were seconds from falling. I didn’t think. I just moved.