Freya Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes tightly and just exhaled before he looked at me without emotion. "Where's the baby?" I asked. He smiled playfully and looked below my chest. "Azaia meet my Serefina. Serefina meet my baby Azaia, from now on she'll take care of you." he smiled and said that my jaw just dropped. Wtf?

Hecate instructs. Freya sweeps her hair to the side, revealing her bare back. Hecate presses her hands to the base of her neck, and light glows beneath her palms. When she pulls back, the triple moon mark shimmers, then fades. It’ll only appear when Freya is using her highest powers—but it’ll always connect her to the Goddess. “Congratulations,” Hecate says. “I’m so proud of you.” “Thank you,” Freya says, throwing her arms around her.

Her widened eyes blinked at Blaire, already knowing the answer was wanting Blaire to admit it, thereby indirectly accepting her unspoken offer to help. Freya was a nice girl; despite being of a high rank, she was like a kid in a candy store who could easily turn into a sly vixen whenever she pleased, especially when she was horny. Her aura when faced with something serious was also different, but other than that, she preferred to take on the resemblance of a child. She smiled a lot, and her fascination when presented with something new and different was almost…

Freya uttered, getting off the bed. “Tell me.” Ariel smiled. “I am going to his house tonight.” Freya started and then Ariel looked at her with raised brows. “Calm down, I don't like men at all, remember?” Freya smirked and then continued. “I am going to his house as a maid tonight, and I will prepare him a drink with Viagra. Then you can come in and you two would have sex. We both know you don't have a womb but you can pretend to be pregnant. He would have no choice.” Freya smiled, in love with her plan.

Freya scrambles back to the corner and pulls the thin blanket tighter around her body as she trembles in fear. "Freya… I know what I look like, look at me," I softly speak, slowly I reach out and pull her chin up to meet my gaze. She whimpers and pulls away, I let the glamour reveal my face so she can see who I am. "Daddy!" Freya's body violently shakes when she throws herself into my arms with tears freely flowing down her face.

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

Oloron walks the lines with a satchel of crystals that knock softly together like patient bells and Tara’s shadows gather at the tree line in a quiet crowd, curious and ready. I stand where Freya puts me, the east point, and try not to think about cages. “You anchor by asking,” Freya says, simply. She’s Nicholas’s half-sister, sharp cheekbones, sharper eyes, a daylight witch who’s patient with wolves if we’re useful. “Don’t force it, don’t bargain, ask and mean it.” “I can do that,” I say, and it isn’t bravado. My whole life people told me I feel too much, fine, but tonight it’s a tool.

FREYA. The cold splash of liquid on my skin jolted me up from sleep, pushing me to wake up immediately. My eyes were met with the head maiden's furious glare. Tightening her fists to the empty bucket, she yelled at me. “What the hell are you doing lazing around? Get the hell up, you lowly maid!”

We are the only one here aside from Preston and Astrid; everyone has been moved to the courtyard. “Who in the hell are you and what do you want?” I seethe out, my voice hard. “Oh, you don’t know me. Why don’t I give you a proper introduction about everything that truly happened.” She says; running a hand along the table, where part of Orion’s blood is splattered. “I am Queen Freya, in charge of my weyr.” That means, that makes her a dragon. Weyrs are like packs and Freya is a dragon, but I don’t know her.

And as the night passed and we lay side by side under the stars, Freya turned to me and whispered, “No more running.” I kissed her. “No more.” But just before dawn, I woke with a jolt. Freya was shaking beside me, eyes glowing with terror. “I saw it again,” she whispered. “The future. The battle.” “And?” She swallowed. “I was different. Not just stronger. Bigger. Glowing. My fur was pure silver. I wasn’t a wolf. I was… something more. Something divine.” I waited, heart pounding. “And Veyrix was falling. Dying. But—”