Freya Ravenna Novels & Stories

My eyes lingered on our surroundings as Raven paid no heed to such a thing. I spotted Queen Fara admiring the flowers in front of her before Raven interrupted her. “Where can I find Jasmine?” She seethed, using no title to her name or anything. Not that I had expected anything like that from her in this state. Queen Fara looked slightly confused and when her eyes connected with Raven, she gasped. She let go of the flower she had been holding and pressed her hands to Raven’s cheeks gently. The gesture was something odd, it was surely not something a person would do if they had just met, which told me the two had to be familiar with one another.

Is that her? I held onto my purse tighter as Vivian nodded, mumbling something to Lena, and they both giggled. Vivian led Lena toward me. “Freya, meet Lena, the manager of Queen’s Dynasty. Say hello.” I kept my posture stiff, watching as Lena stretched out her hand. “Luna Freya, it’s nice to meet you,” Her smile was calm, but her scent wasn’t. Predatory. Calculating.. Like she was going in for a kill.

“You think I’m falling apart. That is why you want me to be close.” Evelyn’s expression softened. “I think you’re holding yourself together with nothing but willpower. And I know that can only last so long. I want you to be close, and it her right to grow within her father’s home. She is the daughter of the Alpha, and I think you know what that means, Sienna.”

I can't have him in the same state just earlier. "Greetings, Luna and Alpha Coven." I jumped and almost stumbled back at the sudden appearance of a man wearing a blindfold right outside the carriage doors. It's a good thing Quinn was there to catch my back if he didn't have to run his mouth for an untold remark. "Told you." "I apologize for startling you. I am the Lycan King Caius's attendant, Beau." "Where's Raedan?" The guy beside me snaps causing me to glare at him.

POV: Freya The glass shattered against the polished marble floor, splashing champagne all over the hem of my midnight-blue dress. But I didn't feel the cold liquid. I didn't even hear the crowd's gasps around me My entire universe had just violently tilted on its axis. On the grand stage across the ballroom, Silas Ravenscroft stood in the spotlight, his hand slipped seamlessly into another woman's. Banners bearing the Ravenscroft crest unrolled from the ceiling as the announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers: “...proud to announce the formal bonding and upcoming marriage of our future Alpha heir, Silas Ravenscroft, to Catherine Soren!”

“Okay, but if you don’t tell me what you are, that means nothing to me.” Mr Patrick frowned and asked, “Have you not spoken to your mate? I think you need to.” “We’ve been busy.” And then her cheeks coloured because she remembered they all knew what she had been busy doing. “I’m Fae, Ava,” Mr Patrick said. She still didn’t know what that was. “You won’t find any mention of us in the books in your library because Oskar Hansson eradicated most of us when he first formed the Council. Ask Ezekiel to explain.”

“You’re that duelist. The Federation prisoner from years ago. One of the pawns in Retholis’ game.” “Ra’ventrii,” Freya replied. “And I’m no-one’s pawn. Not any longer. Not ever again.” Her voice came out through her sonic emitters which gave it a metallic edge. The sound gave him a chill deep in his core. It reverberated up his spine and caused his scales to shiver. More than her voice, he remembered the feats she was capable of in the arena. How she dismantled Reborn Drogar with ease. No matter how young and strong and virile he had gotten, he knew he was no match. If she wanted him dead, he most certainly would be.

Ryan spoke from where he stood. “Managed?” Mendoza repeated and frowned. Ryan seemed to have expected a situation like this. In that case, did he have something to do with the girl Freya was paired with? “Nebra Xavier. There's not much information about her. Just that she's a rogue alpha. She's an orphan, and she has a younger sister. Neon Xavier.” Ryan didn't need to say much about Nebra for Mendoza to know Freya was in a deep mess. But that's none of her business.

She heard Aiden in her head, and looked up, her eyes scanning the hall. She wondered if she should greet, but then decided against it. They didn't deserve her greeting. “I am Freya, as most of you know. I am a hybrid. Not a werewolf of course. I am sure of that-glad I didn't get that gene though.” Freya started. “No offense mom.” She said, giving Sheila a side glance. Sheila shrugged. She understood her daughter's anger against the pack.

The hatred she had felt for Cedrik now had to contend with the idea that she was born to be by his side, not as a servant, but as his sovereign counterpart. "I was not born to be queen of monsters," declared Freya, though her voice trembled. "I am from Oakhaven. I am human." "You are the soul of this soil, child," said Harek with a sad tenderness. "And Cedrik is your guardian. Whether you wish it or not, your blood has already recognized each other. What he did in the hall... protecting you with his own body against his mother's will... was the first awakening of the sacred bond."