Freya Ravenna Novels & Stories

“I don't know what I'm going to do yet, and no I don't have her number, but her name is Freya...” Oh, my days, he is on about me! What the hell did he mean by she’s one of us? What was one of those, exactly? Was it to do with my eyes, freaky strength, and all that other stuff? Because if it was, then maybe I could finally get some damn answers. I decided to listen in some more. “Freya? Are you sure? Because it's a very unusual name, and the Fionn has a daughter named Freya, what are the chances that it's her?” Evan asked in a sullen tone.

She cackled and intentionally stepped on my feet. I groaned in pain and managed to stand up. “Alpha finally dumped her for me, and now she's salty,” Tracy spat out. “Brianna, you have to see her face when he rejected her. What a silly goof!” She hissed. Brianna shrieked excitedly, flashing her hands in the air. “Wow, Lena, you are really done for. You can't keep a man, you lost your mom, and your father couldn't even live long enough to take care of us. You must be bad luck,"

she reiterated in a calmer tone, her heart aching as she confronted the fear in his eyes. "I am me, Dayton. I am Freya, an Ancient vampire who's lived over two thousand years. I've walked this world for millennia, leaving a trail of defeated enemies in my wake. I have fought immeasurable odds and have always been the last one standing at the end. When we were attacked all those years ago, they tried to kill me with their bullets and I took them out because they were threatening what was mine to protect. They were trying to take you from me, and they paid with their lives. I am more than capable of judging a threat and dealing with it accordingly. You appear to have forgotten that, my mate. Y

Her formerly light brown curls had turned deep purple; her skin remained fair and cool-toned; her figure was still tall and slender, and her legs still long… It was the first time I realized that, except for her hair color, every feature of my sister resembled the Asir deities. “I came today for only one reason: to tell you this—you are of the Asir tribe. Do you wish to return to your people?” Even the way she spoke had a distinctly Asir tone. Why had I never noticed this before? “I’m not of the Asir tribe,” I stepped back. “You’re not my sister.” “I am indeed not your sister now. I am Freya.” The Dark Lord of the Asir tribe, Grand Sorceress, Freya—one of the twelve chief gods, in charge of

"Don't you see? We both know that's not real." "It doesn't matter what I see!" she shot back, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and something else. "I won't be a part of some… some curse-breaking ritual! I have a life, Lucas!" Her words hit me like a physical blow. A life. Her kids, the warmth I'd seen in her eyes when she looked at them. The guilt that had been simmering within me boiled over. **** As I stepped out of the shower, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. The full moon was approaching, and I knew what that meant. It was the night when Freya, the Norse goddess of love and fertility, was said to roam the earth, seeking companionship.

He was wondering. "Mia is known to be a young company owner and she's got a lot of estates and the sorts and her family are quite unknown. She blocked that. As for Lilah, she's got just a sister, Chloe by name" Chelsea revealed "What do you gain by going through their profile?" Rex asked "I don't like her. Yesterday, Luca approached her. He is fascinated by her beauty" Chelsea sighed. She walked away from there abruptly. "She can't be Raven. Raven doesn't have so much money and if she is Raven, why did she let my brother attack her sanctuary?" Carly worried over it.

“Our Lord isn’t as cheerful as the rest of the leaders. He was really against any of his children even coming here. He fears they may lack food.” Though she nodded her head in understanding, her eyes did not peel themselves off Freya’s body. “So we have a good chance of capturing the flag?” Ayra asked. Freya’s skin pricked with the stare from Alana. Never had she ever been thrown into a situation where she could not speak due to the effects of a pair of eyes. She was the princess of Thaymor, the land of the elves, known for her promiscuity and charisma. This was utterly new.

“Good, let that traitor be afraid. His days are numbered. I’ve found my mate.” Cressa smiled, seeing the look of adoration in his eyes as she spoke of her. The woman’s name was Freja. Freja was the famed Slayer, a warrior that cut through Dragonkin like butter. Fear bloomed on her chest as he told of her quest to kill him in order to avoid her fate of becoming his. From what Cressa gathered as he dumped the details of the last two weeks, Freja had slain his father and had been on a quest for vengeance ever since. A quest to avenge the attack on her Midlands village and for being marked as his from birth.

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.”

Freya "I am Freya Collins, an 18-year-old she-wolf from the Midnight Pack. The pack remained unaware of my wolf existence as I lacked a discernible scent, and I had no intention of revealing this aspect to them. Raised by my adoptive parents, Dad Lucas and Mom Rica, both esteemed pack warriors, I've been showered with love and support. Unbeknownst to the rest of the pack, my adoptive parents have been training me since childhood.