Freya Novels & Stories

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.]

I turned around slowly. Freya stood near the doorway, holding a digital chart against her medical coat. She was twenty-three, a junior neuro-researcher assigned to my mother's private floor. She was breathtaking in a quiet, effortless way, with long, dark hair tied back loose, warm almond eyes, and a soft, genuine smile that seemed entirely out of place in a world dominated by grief and cold tactical calculations.

“Our Lord isn’t as cheerful as the rest of the leaders. He was really against any of his children even coming here. He fears they may lack food.” Though she nodded her head in understanding, her eyes did not peel themselves off Freya’s body. “So we have a good chance of capturing the flag?” Ayra asked. Freya’s skin pricked with the stare from Alana. Never had she ever been thrown into a situation where she could not speak due to the effects of a pair of eyes. She was the princess of Thaymor, the land of the elves, known for her promiscuity and charisma. This was utterly new.

“I do not shape the law of the stars, Alpha. I only read them. If you would protect her, then you must prepare for what is coming.” I steadied myself, though my heart hammered against my ribs. “Tell us everything. Tell us about her… about why she’s tied to me.” The elder leaned back, the shadows of the hall deepening across his face. His voice lowered, ancient and grave. “Freya was once a priestess of the Moon Goddess. She turned against her when power tempted her, hungered for dominion beyond the veil of death. When she was cast down, her body was caged in a vessel of iron and bone, hidden where even gods would not tread. Her spirit was left to wander, feedin

And just then Benjamin saw a cute little boy, blushing as he came out of the broad back of Noah. "Ohh he. He is Yo. Wayo Sal. From Economics". He playfully ruffled his hair. Earning a whine from him. Eric looked at him. Carefully. He sounded familiar. But where? This boy was cute, hell cute, with lenses. Pale skin. Chubby cheeks that were tinted pink and those plump lips he was biting to calm his nerves. "So Noah you gonna help me in the star moon competition"? Eric shook his thoughts about Yo and turned serious.

Something unreadable flickered across Elyra’s face before vanishing again. “He never told you the truth.” “Maybe because he didn’t know it either.” Silence answered enough. Freya’s stomach tightened instantly. “He knew something.” “Yes.” Elyra stepped closer. “He knew there was something inside you powerful enough to change this world.” Fear crawled slowly beneath Freya’s skin. “What am I?” “You are not human.” Freya laughed bitterly. “I figured that out already.” “No.” Elyra’s gaze sharpened. “You were never meant to belong to this world at all.”

I pulled apart from the hug and snarled at her, “Don't say such rubbish, idiot.” “Oh, you are Zaiden, right?” Freja ignored me and went forward to shake hands with Zaiden who was just happy to see me happy. “I am Freja, Aria's best friend, if you didn't forget.” “Of course, how can I forget you?” Zaiden shook his hand with her and maintained a polite smile. “You actually look like a Greek god,” Freja complimented and I elbowed her in the stomach while Zaiden stifled a laugh.

Aaron tried to get some help from Freya but all Freya did was send Arthur out to get some snacks and the two had a coinversation. That is when Arthur knew the real nature of Freya. Freya was not the angel, the good girl that she appears or shows to the public so that they would adore her and favor her in any way. No. Freya was that cunning, clever and manipulative girl that would do everything that she can in order to get the thing that she wants. And in this case, she wants grand entertainment for herself. When Aaron still does not w

A shiver ran down my spine and I’m not certain it was a bad one. “Freya.” I replied straightening my spine. “Mmm… What a powerful name, Freya.” He said with small moan. My body full blown betrayed me and instantly butterflies began dancing in my stomach. “I’m sorry we met under these circumstances, Freya. I can’t fully explain it but I feel drawn to you. Did you put a summoning spell on me?” He asks. “I don’t use summoning spells.” I scoff, rolling my eyes. ”They’re timing is unpredictable and I’d prefer not to have a random monster show up while I’m in my apartment. Although somehow you’ve found

“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 hi