Freya Novels & Stories

Freya just sighed in her seat. She was beginning to get annoyed with whoever the princess is because she keeps making vows she couldn’t keep and end up causing trouble everywhere. She was glad that she would be able to at least help out this time because she’s a very good swimmer so before the argument gets bigger, she volunteered to go. “I will bring the mountain lilies, I just need directions because I can’t seems to remember the place” she declared and the Alpha commanded Remy to go with her.

THREE PERSON POINT OF VIEW The sun was shining bright as it shade its ray through the window directly on Afraah's fair skin. Her skin glittered as her eyeballs began to move around adjusting to the brightness of the room. She slowly opened her eyes and let out a long yawn before she stretched her arms. She quickly walked to the bathroom and perfumed ablution. Soon after she performed ablution, she wore her hijab and prayed. She had already concluded prayer when she heard a buzz from her cell phone which was kept on the bed beside her, she picked up the phone and glanced at the number calling, it was Rayan

Freya turned and saw what was happening and narrowed her eyes in pity but didn’t let it reach her heart because her bloodlust was far higher than her compassion. Licking her lips, she turned to Daphne who was ready to fight Freya. She could tell the difference in power. Freya was the Winter’s Witch, she is the strongest of Gaimore. On Persephone and Tristan’s level. “Well, well, one- actually two are down from your side.” She mumbled, drawing her sword slowly in a charming way. Daphne lowered her gaze and glanced at Vera compassionately.

She turned her head to look at me, her expression clear and cold, the moon hanging high in the sky, casting a halo of light upon her, making her appear like a moon goddess, while I felt like a humble sinner awaiting her judgment. A gust of wind swept through, tousling her hair, and then I heard Freya's voice merge with the wind as she said, "Kingsley, I, Freya, of the Dark Moon Pack, hereby to reject you as my mate, Kingsley Wright, from the Dark Moon Pack."

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.

However, he was visibly taken aback by Freya's direct approach. "Is she truly that influential?" Lana asked skeptically. Romelius proceeded to reveal everything he knew about Freya, shedding light on her intriguing persona. "Freya is the second daughter of the Garrison family. She operates with ruthless efficiency while maintaining a discreet profile. In social circles, she's recognized as Cleopatra, a formidable presence. "With Mr. Garrison Senior aging, many of the Garrison family enterprises are under her firm control. If she were a man, the Garrisons would be even more formidable."

Freya felt the feeling of distaste return to her stomach as she thought of that. The fair goddess stood abruptly, wearing a smile that Freya identified as fake. “I'm sorry for my manners, my Lady. I'm general Karen, the chief of Lord Draven's army.“ She shot a glance at Draven as she said her last words, but he was too busy looking elsewhere.

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."

"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.

But no matter what she did, his gaze always drifted back to Freya, standing across the room with her ethereal grace. "Why her?" Jessica whispered under her breath, bitterness coating her words. She thought of how Freya had smiled, seemingly oblivious to the turmoil she caused. It infuriated Jessica that someone so unworthy could effortlessly captivate Rafe. Freya Hadid, the girl who shouldn't belong, had somehow become the center of Rafe's world. Jealousy surged within her like a tidal wave. She had tried everything, yet it was never enough. Freya, with her delicate