Freya Powers Novels & Stories

“You’re an omega, after all. No one with any sense will want a filthy Omega.” Omega. He spat the word like an insult, but I couldn’t even understand or care about what he was saying. I just wanted out! “Release me immediately.” I gritted my teeth. “You can’t do this.” “It’s already done.” My nails dug into my palms. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening. I wasn’t a bloody omega or whatever. I wasn’t some property to be sold. I was Freya Vaughn. And I would destroy every single person who thought they could take away my freedom.

A knock came on the door as Freya walked Into the room. “You wanted to see me?” She asked me as I nodded my head. “I need you to do something for me” I said to her as she lowered her head waiting for further instructions. “I need you to find travel with Tyler to Ancient Moon pack. While you are there can you look into these people?” I said to her giving her a list of people she was meant to be looking into. I learnt that she can’t use her power if the person is far so she needed to travel.

Edwina was my target. Freya knew what she was doing when she asked me to eat her liver raw while she was dying. I have some unexplainable power. My strength is unimaginable. It seems like the powers that way in me were before and now it had been awakened by something I can’t explain I feel like some forces move with me hence the spirits of speech.

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…

“Since that bitch Frey...” “Enough!” I bellowed, slamming my fist onto the table. She jumped back in her seat with a frightened hiss. “You can tell me your story without insulting my love. One more comment like that, and I’ll have my brood throw you out. Understand?” She rolled her eyes, but nodded her head in agreement. “Good. Now you may continue.” “Well, Freya managed to find a way to take all of my powers. I’m going to need your help until I get my powers back. You owe me Samael.”

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.

Shadows screamed and twisted, but the creatures pressed on, relentless, calculating, aware that hesitation could be fatal. Eva’s pulse synchronized with the rhythm of her power. She struck again, then again, the Flame and Shadow weaving a deadly dance of light and darkness. Each movement required precision, awareness, and trust in her own instincts. Her mind and body became one with the energy surging through her, a living storm of power.

she responded, pointing out Bria's claws and the hair that covered a part of her face. "Her wolf was trying to fight through something, and her eyes are nearly pale. She's unconscious now but I'll see what I can do." Freya closed her eyes briefly and then placed her hands on Bria's limp body. What looked like golden wisps of smoke swirled from the point where she made contact with Bria's skin. Knowing there was nothing he could do at that moment, Alpha Gideon watched with what seemed to be a look of awe on his face as his eyes bounced from Freya's hands to her face.

he said, turning to address the council instead of me, his voice pitched to fill the entire hall, “I can no longer allow someone who would fabricate lies against her own family, who would humiliate this bloodline in front of our allies, to continue to hold a place of honor within it.” The room had gone utterly silent again, that same taut, waiting silence from before the slap. “Effective tonight,” he said, “Freya Ashford is stripped of her title as this pack’s daughter.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

His complete refusal to acknowledge the damage Rachelle was doing—or the fact that Freya had done nothing but defend herself in the aftermath. It wasn’t just irritating. It was infuriating. What Bryan didn’t understand—what I doubted he ever would—was that Freya wasn’t someone I needed to keep “in place.” She didn’t need controlling. She wasn’t some liability to manage. She was a woman who had been shoved into a spotlight she never asked for, dragged into drama she never caused, and still somehow carried herself with grace. And I’d be damned if I let anyone—Bryan, Rachelle, or anyone else—make her feel otherwise.