Freya Ravenna Novels & Stories

muttered Arsenio, while looking for Freya's name among the many data. "Well, I found it," he cheered happily. Freya glances through the small rearview mirror above her head. She can see Arsenio's face, which is so free and carefree. It was different when he met Xander a few moments ago. Full of deceit. That's what Freya caught now. [DATA] [Name: Freya.] [Age: 200 years old by Mafia System's count.] [Status: Mafia System Companion.] [Skill: Infinite.]

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

“I have the power over the seasons, and the weather. I can only control small areas right now, but I can practice and get better at it.” “Oh… So you are not a demon half breed…” What? What did Jamira mean? “No… I am a crossbreed of an angel, and human. My mother is Horae. She did not want me though. She said I was a mistake. Please do not tell Layla I am not a demon… Or the girls… I don’t want to be left.” “Do you know Layla is a princess who is half demon, and angel…” Jamira grabbed the pitcher, and poured Tempest a drink.

It would be the thing that would bring the unbearable pain burried inside for 4 years, and he wouldn't be proud. " Look, look, she is here" Shouted Melissa, the worst of them all. Ignoring her, I carried on walking, hoping she will jsut let it go. I stopped dead in my track when I felt something hard hit my head. I winced in pain. I looked at the ground, seeing a rock fall down just below my feet. Turning around, I was met with a completely different Tania. Her face full of make up. she was wearing a tight short black skirt with a white t'shirt tucked inside, a black leather jacket to finish off the look, Her uncovered hair bouncing as she walked, the beautiful golden waves reaching her tiny

“Margarette is a funny sort, isn’t she?” “Yeah.” She laughed too, “Margarette, you’re sensing the wrong vibrations. I’m just curious. Who is that woman Finrod’s with?” “You don’t know her?” Caeruleus was surprised. “She’s Queen Aera, the Queen of the elves and the sister of Prince Finrod.” She flustered. Why didn’t she see the resemblance? Now when she looked at them, she realized they had remarkably similar faces. “Come. Let’s pay our respects.” Margarette pulled them both.

His face is blurry to me. His voice is muffled. I inhale as my eyes shut. Now too heavy to open. But a scent fills my nostrils, a family scent. I cling to it as I truly fall into oblivion. ---- Andrea Something soft is touching my face. Patting my cheek delicately. Andrea. Open your eyes. I don't want to though. I'm warm, comfortable. The softness continues to caress my face. Leaving tingles trailing it as it moves.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

She didn't look heartbroken—she looked disgusted that a cockroach had stepped onto her property. "I knew you were pathetic, Ravenna," Freya said, her voice dropping to a dangerous, icy whisper as she stepped into the room. "But this? Crawling into the Lycan King's cousin's penthouse because your own arranged mate threw you out like trash?" Xavier stepped into the room behind her, his expression hardening as he tried to place himself between us. "Freya, drop it. Go downstairs."

"The Luna Queen personally caught her that night. She dragged her into the palace dungeons, took a silver blade, and violently ripped her face off to destroy her identity. The girl survived, fled the territory, and had to undergo a brutal, painful reconstruction surgery just to have a normal face again." Vivienne’s breath hitched in her throat, her eyes growing wide with horror as she stared at my facial features. "Vexley... don't tell me..." "My real name is Ravenna," I confessed, my silver eyes flashing with a cold, lethal fire. "And I am that girl. I didn't come to this palace to be Ronan's fated bride, Vivienne. I came here to utterly dismantle the Bloodmoon royal family from the inside

“I, Freya Denvers…” “Don't do it, Freya!” Xaden yelled. “...of the Crescent Moon Pack, reject you, Xaden Andreas,” “Come on!” “...as my mate!” I concluded the vow. “It's over now, Xaden. You're free now.” A deep pain seared my chest and I ignored it. I could not go back on my words. The deed had already been done. “Accept the rejection if you have any shred of dignity left.” I said, staring down at him, waiting for him to get it over with when suddenly…