Freya Ravenna Novels & Stories

However, he was visibly taken aback by Freya's direct approach. "Is she truly that influential?" Lana asked skeptically. Romelius proceeded to reveal everything he knew about Freya, shedding light on her intriguing persona. "Freya is the second daughter of the Garrison family. She operates with ruthless efficiency while maintaining a discreet profile. In social circles, she's recognized as Cleopatra, a formidable presence. "With Mr. Garrison Senior aging, many of the Garrison family enterprises are under her firm control. If she were a man, the Garrisons would be even more formidable."

The Beta and Gamma from Silver Dawn walks up to us, their faces guarded but with small smiles. “Good morning, Alpha Allison, Delta Talia. My name is Andrew, Beta of Silver Dawn and this is Gamma Paxton and his mate, my half sister, Freya, our female Gamma.” “Goddess you are beautiful!” Allie, Athale, Dia, Lianne and I gush at the exact same time, looking at the woman. I saw Freya back when we caught Celine, but I was preoccupied to notice her complete beauty with her dark golden complexion, silver/blue eyes and silver hair. She is tall, curvy in the right places, but strong and agile at the same with perfect balance. Her magic reached out to explore mine, and mine responded in kind. I feel D

Ryder introduces her, looking behind me at Osric who holds Gunnar, while rubbing my back. “Freya this is Raven, Liliana’s…” “Alpha Raven, Liliana’s twin sister and my Uncle Jonathan’s mate, it is good to finally meet you,” Freya finishes, shaking my hand and pulling me into a hug as I smile and relax in her arms, glad to have such a warm greeting.

he said solemnly. The elders turned and looked at the girl. She nodded at them with a radiant smile on her face. Then she placed her hand on top of the orb, her hand covering Ryan’s. Seeing him flinch, I knew he had felt the spark from the mate bond. “I, Freya Gladice Maddox, daughter of Beta of the Redmoon pack, seek the blessing of the Moon Goddess.” Freya, so that’s her name… And she was a beta heir from the Redmoon pack, yet another pack ambushed by the Moonstone pack…

“You can’t keep doing this, waiting until someone’s dying to lose control. That power Freya, it’s changing you.” “I know.” “You don’t.” “I do.” She met my gaze now, fierce despite the tremble in her limbs. “I saw something, Finnick. A memory. Hers but not. From before she became what she is.” “She?” “Aeva. That’s her name. But she’s not the same anymore.” My blood ran cold. That name, I remembered it. Barely. From the old archives. The Rift’s first survivors. Most of them had vanished or died. “She said the Rift chose her,” Freya continued. “And that it chose me too.”

Before Alejandro can speak…I open my mouth to talk. “I am Fiona.” I reply and she smiles at me. I am Freya. She replies and I gasp. Freya is the name given to someone who is a destined speaker for the gods. No one can take the name Freya except she bears the mark of the dark wolf. I cannot believe that I am standing in front of her right now. It is absolutely unbelievable and shocking all at the same time. I don’t know what to say next and she slowly smiles at me.

Does Ciara have this same aura? Freya smirks before answering my mother’s questions, “I am Freya Rose Nordin of the Northern Isles Pack. I am the daughter of Former Alpha King Erik Iver Nordin and Queen Mother Helen Andora Nordin.” She spoke proudly. “This doesn’t make any sense. Hazel said she was just some she-wolf from her old pack. Some No-name whore!” My Mother looked like she was about to collapse from the pressure of Freya’s aura. I look around the room and notice that everyone is in some sort of pain except for me.

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.”

Ravena cleaned her hands with a dish towel before shaking the woman's hand. "I really like your outfit. I had no idea folks were dressed up. I'll acquire something next year. But an early snowstorm was forecast, so I was prepared." Although the weatherman had said nothing about an early snowfall, Ravena and her kind could smell it. She was perplexed as to how this woman knew. Carol sat down at the bar. "Please, Chablis." So you're... Freya, correct? Lucian's late wife's sister?" "Yes, but my name is Ravena." Freya was my sister's name."

“You. I think I've seen you before.” “I…don't think so,” Alaina responded, pushing her hair to the back nervously. Why was she nervous? “I don't think we've met, ma'am.” “On the contrary, I think we have.” Freya persisted. It felt like she was pushing some kind of agenda and my patience was wearing thin. “And I can't seem to place a finger on it. I never forget those people I'd seen before, so I'm pretty sure I've met you. It doesn't matter though. My name is Freya, Daughter of RavenThorn and Alexander's Luna to be.”