Freya Mikaelson Novels & Stories

Freya popped an eye open, her face distorted at once, she wanted to be alone for a while that's why she came outside of the headquarters but it seems like anywhere she went, Mia would follow. "Prayer about what?" Mia surprisedly asked her, "is anything bothering you?" Mia added, moving closer to check out if anything was bothering her. "I'm cursed with death, so I'm praying to the last witches to help me get rid of it" Freya says to mia still continuing her prayer.

muttered Arsenio, while looking for Freya's name among the many data. "Well, I found it," he cheered happily. Freya glances through the small rearview mirror above her head. She can see Arsenio's face, which is so free and carefree. It was different when he met Xander a few moments ago. Full of deceit. That's what Freya caught now. [DATA] [Name: Freya.] [Age: 200 years old by Mafia System's count.] [Status: Mafia System Companion.] [Skill: Infinite.]

They were trappings of a role she now understood had never truly been hers. Freya paused at Isabella's room,running her fingers over the stuffed wolf she'd made by hand when her daughter was born. The birth had nearly killed her—Isabella's hybrid nature with her quarter-elf blood from Silvano's lineage had complicated the delivery. Freya had hemorrhaged for hours,her wolf's strength the only thing keeping her alive until the pack healer could stabilize her. "She doesn't need this anymore," Freya whispered to herself,replacing the toy on the shelf. "She has Aurora now."

"Yes, and since you don't remember me I'll gladly introduce myself to you once more." "I am Freya, the leader of the healers who reside in Hephalis,home to the mighty beast who soar above the limitations of mortals, my dear Skye," she uttered, and the lights suddenly flickered on and off, as a huge shadow casted down on the wall. And in front of me, was the same woman I was talking to seconds ago, but this time, she had a pair of huge fiery wings. What the hell is happening? Is this another nightmare?!

"Don't you see? We both know that's not real." "It doesn't matter what I see!" she shot back, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and something else. "I won't be a part of some… some curse-breaking ritual! I have a life, Lucas!" Her words hit me like a physical blow. A life. Her kids, the warmth I'd seen in her eyes when she looked at them. The guilt that had been simmering within me boiled over. **** As I stepped out of the shower, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. The full moon was approaching, and I knew what that meant. It was the night when Freya, the Norse goddess of love and fertility, was said to roam the earth, seeking companionship.

“Speak no more. You didn’t call for me, I came on my own accord so of course I’m here to help “ she said and rolled her eyes and Ariel stared at her shocked. She still hasn’t digested the fact that this woman has just come out of the smoke she thought was going to kill her and worst of all, … the woman was a witch. Not waiting for Ariel to digest all that had happened, the witch who Ariel found her name to be Layla put her hand in her dress and took out a container. It had transparent liquid in it and she stared at it, shocked. “What is this? How will this help me?” She asked Layla. “It’s a wolfbane and….” “Isn’t this banned in the werewolf community?” She asked

she announced as soon as she opened the door. She didn't even bother to look at me and just stood there holding the door. “Now?” I asked as I walked towards her. She didn't utter a word, just swept her free hand to the side, an instruction for me to exit my room. I did as commanded, then waited for her to lead the way. I followed behind her in silence, trying to keep my thoughts quiet. As much as I tried to block her out, I couldn't. While being here with Azael, he had made sure that he had a large supply of Witch and Warlock kids for Selene to feed on. Her strength was like nothing I'd witnessed before. She was almost as strong as Azael himself and her Lycan looked as though it had been on

“Why did you come to me?” “You called on me, Annie,” Kael said, taking a step forward. His scent filled my nostrils. Immediately, I felt my nerves calm and my passions stirred. “Your power awoke when your old pack threw you out. Your power is an unusual one. A strong power that only bursts forth in a thick spark. I sensed the presence of your power from my own territory. I could find your power out through its scent." “My power?” I laughed, but it was an empty sound. “I have no power,” I continued. “I was an Omega. The weakest in my pack.

Before Alejandro can speak…I open my mouth to talk. “I am Fiona.” I reply and she smiles at me. I am Freya. She replies and I gasp. Freya is the name given to someone who is a destined speaker for the gods. No one can take the name Freya except she bears the mark of the dark wolf. I cannot believe that I am standing in front of her right now. It is absolutely unbelievable and shocking all at the same time. I don’t know what to say next and she slowly smiles at me.

She danced through the chaos, her movements fluid and precise, her fangs and claws striking with deadly accuracy. Freya, torn between her lost memories and her allegiance to the Dark Moon's Pack, fought with a mix of confusion and strength. Her once-golden fur now adorned with streaks of silver, she stood as a symbol of both strength and prowess. Her purple eyes blazed with a fierce resolve as she faced her former allies, her fangs and paws slashing through the chaos with a hint of hesitation.