Freya Powers Novels & Stories

A dream that I would rather die in than wake up to the cruel world I had been introduced to. I repeated my outfit and went downstairs to meet with Racheal. “I didn’t quite get your name,” My head spun to her of their own accord and stared at her questionably. She shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t want to have to crack my head up cooking up on how I should address you,” she said plainly. Sly indeed. Since I wanted to play the fool’s game with her. I smiled and muttered, “I’m Freya.” “That’s a lovely name. I like it.” I held back the urge to bite. As if she didn’t like it I would cry to Artemis. Her thoughts were not viable to me.

Even after all she had done. The wolf lunged. Freya’s hand moved on instinct, slamming the car door open. She sprinted toward Caleb and Amelia just as the feral beast’s teeth snapped at air, missing Caleb by inches. Freya didn’t stop to think. Her powers surged through her like wildfire; uncontrolled and raw. She thrusted her hand forward, and the earth cracked. Vines erupted from beneath the forest floor, wrapping around the wolf’s legs and yanking it back mid-pounce.

“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

All I could do was hope for the best and trust in the strength and resilience of our pack. I'm still unable to wrap my head around why Freya is so desperate for power. She seems to be willing to go to any lengths to achieve her goals, even if it means using my mate as a pawn in her twisted game. I find it deeply concerning that she is willing to destroy a person's life just to satisfy her thirst for power.

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.”

Magic spiraled into her chest like it belonged there and something inside her unlocked. Her eyes snapped open, white-gold and endless. She raised her hand and caught the Rift-light midair. Then she crushed it. Kade staggered. His expression shifted, shock, then rage. “You’re becoming what I am,” he snarled. “No,” Freya said, rising into the air. “I’m becoming what you should’ve been.” Light exploded behind her. She reached for her power fully. Unleashed it now and the battlefield turned gold. And that’s when we saw it....

First Lesson ***** Morning came fast. Freya did not stay inside. She stood alone near the training grounds holding her mothers sword. The sword rested quietly inside her hand while her mind continued replaying Alpha Kaels words from last night. I will help you unlock your powers. She lowered her eyes toward the golden blade. Power. Everybody kept talking about power. The witch. Her wolf. The strangers. Blood Crown. Even Alpha Kael. But nobody truly understood how tired she was. People only saw strength when it finally appeared.

“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.

Fuck everything and the possible fact that she might not be in control of her actions…I’m going to tear her into pieces. Adam changes into his wolf first lunging after her quickly but she reacts fast turning into hers as well and deflecting the first blow he lands before he tackles her. The wizard on the other hands remains still and quiet just like Freya. I turn back to her while Adam keeps Elena busy trying to wake her up again. *** FREYA’S POV: Suddenly I’m walking down a wide and vast space that’s engulfed in nothing but darkness. I try to adjust my eyes and actually make out where ever the fuck I am but it’s impossible and with every step I begin sinking deeper into the earth beneath my

Staring at the ceiling, my thoughts starting to disturb me again. The betrayal of my best friend. My ruthless husband. My son. And for the nth time, I'm found myself slitting my wrist again. Can somebody help me? Can someone free me from the hell that I'm staying? Save me please .. I'm really tired of living .. Lord .. Until when should I pay for my mistake? Lord, please let me rest. Lord, I can't handle anymore .. Please… free me from all the pain.