Freya Originals Novels & Stories

"Freya! Freya!" TBC..

Dylan’s face darkened immediately. Freya pressed trembling fingers against her temple while fragments continued surfacing. “The elders called them abandoned creations.” Her voice lowered uneasily. “Things the celestial realm buried because they became impossible to control.” Silence followed. Then Kaelan’s voice drifted lazily from the doorway. “That sounds deeply unpleasant.” Freya turned sharply. “Do you ever knock?” “No. Boundaries weaken dramatic entrances.” He stepped into the room wearing fresh black clothes despite definitely being covered in blood earlier. Freya honestly did not want to know how much manipulation it took to look that composed after mountain warfare.

FREYA’S POV: Working with the group had been surprisingly stress free through the rest of the week with not that much drama as I had expected. Just occasional glares from Elena and Silas, of course mostly keeping to himself and the best part is; we are more than halfway done. For the reason to get over with it once and for all, I stood right before the full length mirror in the room, getting dressed on a Saturday. I settle for an off white long sleeved crop top with a simple sunflower design on the front, light blue shorts and a pair of white converse. I look simple enough…

Freya screamed, but she pushed back against him desperately, completely addicted. “Cum inside my ass, Master! Please fill every hole!” Azrael railed her asshole with savage intensity while Sophie licked his balls, Clara sucked on Freya’s clit, and Mia tongued her dripping pussy from underneath. The overwhelming sensations pushed Freya into a shattering orgasm. She screamed and squirted violently all over the girls’ faces while her asshole clenched and spasmed around Azrael’s thick cock. With a deafening demonic roar, Azrael unloaded.

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."

Asher knowing his wife just holds her and let her continue talking making sure not to say everything is going to be alright when he was not sure everything was going to be alright. Freya is already in a room her hands and legs tied to the chair she is seating on but her eyes and mouth are free. “Why are you doing this? What do you want with me?” Freya cries. Baxter walks close to her. “I love you Freya. Don’t you see it? I tried to be ok with you getting with him but I’m no ok with it. You’re mine! And mine alone” He screams at her. Freya refrains from saying anything to anger him. She just seats down in tears thinking of what to do then an idea hits her. If it does not work she’s dead and s

Freya cried out in excruciating pain. Dante slowly eased out of her, seeing the little droplets of blood. "What the fuck, Freya! You are a virgin?" In a slow, bitter voice, "that's what I've been trying to tell you. Both at the powerhouse and now. It's my first time."

We all know that line is true at least, several villages full of innocent women and children have been struck by uncontrollable hybrids. “I cannot do this straight away, I need to put preparations in place,” Freya finally stated, looking imperial. Her hazel eyes and poise commanded the room, a finer figure of a woman than Thalia could ever aspire to be. Noble and dedicated to her pack, and I am allowing it to be exploited.

she said, voice like steel kissed by fire. She raised her arms, and from her fingertips erupted a wave of runes, silver and sacred, cutting through the chaos like truth. The forest paused. Even Skyrana stilled. “You think you can choose?” the goddess hissed, trembling with fury. “You are made of me.” Freya stepped forward. “No. I'm Freya of the north. Just Freya.” Then she slammed her hand to her chest. The silver light erupted, violent, radiant, unstoppable. It burned away the sky. It split the trees, and it roared louder than flame.

He groaned against my folds, the deep vibration shooting straight through my core and making my walls flutter around his fingers. “He pulled back just enough to growl. “Cum again for Daddy. Flood my mouth like a good girl,” he said, and I was already close. The third orgasm crashed into me even harder than the last. I screamed, back arching sharply off the desk as my pussy gushed violently around his fingers and tongue.