Freya Originals Novels & Stories

“You’re babying me.” “Am I?” She asked innocently, blinking in a way she thought would make her look cute. But gone was the helpless, bullied girl who Cameron had found broken and near-dead in her own house. Six years later, Freya was nothing short of the Luna that she was destined to become sooner rather than later and she had earned the respect of each and every pack member in her own right. In short, there was nothing ‘cute’ about her anymore. She was a full grown woman and a warrior.

It wasn’t kind. It wasn’t encouraging. But it wasn’t cruel either. It was firm. Like a command. And somehow… That helped. I closed my eyes for a brief second. Then opened them. This time, I lifted my chin. Slowly. Carefully. Just like they taught me. “I…” My voice came out soft at first, but I didn’t stop. “I am Freya Grey.” There was a slight tremble. But I kept going. “Your Luna.” The hall remained silent.

I just want this to be over and done with, maybe when I die all these pain will go. I heard mocking laughter above my head and looked up only to see Freya. Freya is the daughter of the current beta and soon to be Luna. She's everything I am not- beautiful blue eyes with shiny blonde hair, killer body, glowing skin, strong and extremely wicked. She stood there with her minions looking at me with pity? I couldn't quite place what that emotion in her eye is. She laughed all of a sudden and kicked me in the stomach. She pulled my hair and slapped me making me fall back on the floor.

she said proudly, causing Tiffany to laugh. Freya Meyer was one of Tiffany's best friends. She was a very short girl with short blonde hair that she usually let roam freely in curls around her face. Her strong spirit and determination allowed her to become the student body president when she ran for it last year, and Tiffany had ended up as her assistant. Freya was also transgender, and so it hadn't been easy. Even now some people sent disgusted looks at her as they passsed, some going so far as to call her 'Fred', which was the name she used to go by. Freya was already accomplished at ignoring these types of people and pretended as if she couldn't see or hear them, but Tiffany still sent de

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…

Plus, it also gave them privacy. “You called him Kev,” Freya pointed out. “Yeah.” She retrieved the file and her phone from the bag at her feet, not sure why she was disappointed at the lack of messages from Kelvin. It had only been a few hours since they last saw, and he mentioned a meeting. He must be at that meeting. “I’ve always called him Kev.” Freya waggled her brows. “Not this way.” “Stop doing that.” “Oh, now you think I can’t do whatever I want with my brows?” They were alone, but she looked around to be sure no one was witnessing her friend’s dramatics. Unfazed, Freya continued. “Well, hello, Leila. My body, my choice.”

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.

She retaliated violently. “Who did you say you are?” Arthur's mother intervened in their argument. Freya bowed to her. "I am Freya, a maiden orphan from this pack," she said. Luna scowled at herself. "Maiden orphan? Who are your parents?” Freya took a deep swallow. "Her conscience is weighing in on her. She must be afraid that I am that child." She faked a smile. "I know nothing about my parents. I grew up with my deceased aunt.”

“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, feeding only on fragments of fear, whi

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—”