Freya Originals Novels & Stories

she said grabbing my hand, I brushed it off, only for her to grab my head scraf. I turned around quickly. " What's wrong with you?" I yelled, fixing my scarf. However, she didn't pull away. She turned around to the group of girls she was with, smirking. " Oh, you think I would always be that the pathetic friend of a piece of dirt like yourself?" She said, her attention on me now. " Poor you, you think you are something special, huh? God, what was I thinking being a friend of a disgusting item like you."

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 me anyway?”

“That was different—” “How?” I cut in, my voice low but unrelenting. “Because she was your daughter-in-law? Because you assumed I’d never challenge the double standard?” Alexander stepped forward. “Because she was vetted. Because she at least had credentials.” “Freya has credentials,” I said. “She’s got more practical insight into human behavior than anyone on our executive team. She’s already saved us from two potential PR disasters. And more importantly, I trust her.” “You trust her,” he repeated, like it was a disease.

FREYA The Ashford ceremonial hall had been dressed for a celebration that was never going to happen the way everyone expected. White drapery hung from every column, threaded through with gold, the scent of lilies so thick in the air it made my head swim. Guests packed the hall shoulder to shoulder, every notable family from the Nine Northern Yorkshire packs crammed into rows of gilded chairs, all of them here to watch the girl who’d humiliated herself online crawl back and beg for the mate she didn’t deserve.

“Besides, I wanted to make sure you didn't have a concussion from our… little tumble last night.” I stopped walking and turned to face him, my blood boiling. “What do you want? Is this a game to you? See if you can make the pack pariah fall for the golden boy?” Declan’s expression softened, his blue eyes turning serious. “It’s not a game, Freya. I like you. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since I walked into that garage.” “Stop,” I said, my voice cracking. “Just stop. Do you even know who I am? I’m the daughter of the people your father executed. I’m the 'dirty blood' your friends use for target practice!”

She frowns at him and tries to ask with her eyes if he is all right, but he just gives her a small smile meant to encourage her to act like he isn’t there. This is her moment, there must not be any distractions. “What is Freya the Goddess of?” she asks. “She is the Goddess of fertility and life, so it is only fitting that her blessing be what welcomes our spirit into this world. This is why I have questioned your aura test in the past, no one has ever turned up with no ancestral power, we are all children of Geri and Freki, no matter how much our blood has mingled, it has all come from the same source.”

I check Freya’s countenance, searching her eyes for any sign of the heartbreak I just witnessed. I confirm quickly that she didn't hear what Axel and Ava were talking about. Even though I know the truth, it’s a rare thing to see a child like her. Freya is Axel's daughter, a fact that defies the laws of our kind because vampires hardly ever procreate. But Freya can't be a hybrid, no matter who her father is. Witches serve nature, and nature is a jealous mistress. Anybody with even a drop of witch blood in their veins can't be anything else.

Freya’s POV When I got to Killian’s company, everything still looked the same. A few pieces were missing here and there, but it was still the same place: V’s Biotech Holdings. And now I was going to work here under my own identity—Freya. This was an opportunity I had longed for in the past but never found the courage to ask for. Now that I was here, I was determined to seize every opportunity that came my way. I told myself I was going to focus, but seeing Killian and Vivian being so close made my chest tighten.

My aunt said, dismissing herself from my presence, as I fell into deep thinking about who this cousin of mine was. NICHOLAS “Do you think that what we did to Freya was right?” I asked my brother the moment we entered the car heading to the office for a meeting. For a moment he was silent, and then he suddenly responded. “You said it yourself, brother. Freya is a maid who doesn't deserve to be married to us. She cannot be our Luna,” he responded to me grumpily, like he always would. I frowned. I knew that she wasn't fit, but there should be an exception since she was our mate.

Mordeu playfully smacked her head, biting his lower lip, “What kind of idea did you get in that head of yours?” Freya was all laughter, “You were the one who said it felt so good. I wanted to know what felt good so I can try.” Mordeu raised an eyebrow at her, scrutinizing her appearance, “And if I do tell you, who are you going to try it with?” Freya glanced ahead; Fjall and Ayra were tied together, there was no separating them. Cillian had made Mordeu feel good even though she was never told how. And then there was Alana, who just like her, was free and single.