Freya Novels & Stories

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.

However, Freya had many other aspects she felt defined her as well. "N-no, of course not..." he stammered. Of course, he had fallen for her feint. Now that he was disarmed, she decided to press her attack. She grabbed Chengli and pushed him down on his back fiercely. Before he could say anything, she hopped up on him and straddled his groin. A wide grin was on her face. After all, Freya was also the goddess of love... and fertility. The two of them felt each others' heat rising, and both their cheeks flushed. She gave him a smirk as she pulled off her uniform top and tossed it aside.

It stung – the stark realization that I was nothing but discarded pieces compared to his precious Freya's allure. The image of her, transformed into a goddess with porcelain skin and flowing white hair, played vividly in my thoughts. The moon goddess, in her fickle nature, seemed to have created a spell that enhanced Freya's beauty to ethereal quality as if she wasn't pretty before although I would never admit it. I couldn't shake the bewilderment at how Freya, once a timid omega four years ago, now radiated an intimidating aura. The very essence of her being seemed more powerful, leaving me to wo

A dream that I would rather die in than wake up to the cruel world I had been introduced to. I repeated my outfit and went downstairs to meet with Racheal. “I didn’t quite get your name,” My head spun to her of their own accord and stared at her questionably. She shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t want to have to crack my head up cooking up on how I should address you,” she said plainly. Sly indeed. Since I wanted to play the fool’s game with her. I smiled and muttered, “I’m Freya.” “That’s a lovely name. I like it.” I held back the urge to bite. As if she didn’t like it I would cry to Artemis. Her thoughts were not viable to me.

The hatred she had felt for Cedrik now had to contend with the idea that she was born to be by his side, not as a servant, but as his sovereign counterpart. "I was not born to be queen of monsters," declared Freya, though her voice trembled. "I am from Oakhaven. I am human." "You are the soul of this soil, child," said Harek with a sad tenderness. "And Cedrik is your guardian. Whether you wish it or not, your blood has already recognized each other. What he did in the hall... protecting you with his own body against his mother's will... was the first awakening of the sacred bond."

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.

she snapped, “Let me remind you, my mate won’t forgive you if-" “Shhh.” Freya lifted a hand, “I would’ve thrown you into a brothel for daring to ruin my dress. But knowing we might become allies, I thought we could be pleasant. I am Freya, mother of Valtor’s first Queen who died at the hands of our enemies.” Crystal swallowed hard, absorbing the weight of that revelation. “Allies? I don’t understand,” she said after a beat. “And I’m not interested."

Cronus spoke aloud, “She showed such promise in training and we were all excited to see how far she could go. She is survived by Dreyma Caulret who managed to survive into one of our most strikingly beautiful avian fae variety.” Freya’s picture was put up on a stand by Lyra. It was our standard enlistment picture that we had taken when we first showed up to our notice. She was wearing a simple green jumpsuit and her hair was pulled back. This didn’t represent Freya at all. She was a girl who let her hair down. Dreyma’s counterpart and someone who was meant to stay with us after we crossed the barrier. We had a secret plan to kee

As she once visited his kingdom and saw him, predicting him one of the most important warriors of the future. 2. FREA: She is the princess of Jurgen Kingdom, from the fire ocean. She is a fierce one sometimes, but usually don't use that much of her power. She is blessed with fire as the element and also given the bow of Faire. The universe's second dangerous weapon among eleven deadly weapons.

Valor looked up at his helper's face again, before asking, "What's your name?" The Fae woman paused and stared at him for a moment, "Freya." "And how old are you, Freya?" Valor asked, the name rolling off his tongue. "I'm in my 2nd age. Our lives are so long we do not bother with years like you mortals." Freya muttered, scrubbing his leg harder. Valor thought for a moment, "how long is an age? In years if you don't mind." Freya paused, glaring at him, "an age is 100 years. Being in my 2nd age means that I am between 100 and 200 years since birth."