Novel & Cerita Freya Valkyrie

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.

Torin was always the first to volunteer for dangerous missions, driven by a fierce loyalty to our cause and an unyielding sense of duty. Freya Freya, the healer, possessed an innate talent for herbal medicine and healing magic. Her gentle touch and soothing presence brought comfort to the wounded and weary. Freya's compassion was matched only by her bravery, as she never hesitated to put herself in harm's way to help others. Soren Soren was a skilled swordsman with lightning-fast reflexes and unparalleled agility. His dual swords flashed through the air with deadly precision, and he could disarm an opponent in the blink of an eye. Soren's confidence and charisma made him a natural leader amo

We are the only one here aside from Preston and Astrid; everyone has been moved to the courtyard. “Who in the hell are you and what do you want?” I seethe out, my voice hard. “Oh, you don’t know me. Why don’t I give you a proper introduction about everything that truly happened.” She says; running a hand along the table, where part of Orion’s blood is splattered. “I am Queen Freya, in charge of my weyr.” That means, that makes her a dragon. Weyrs are like packs and Freya is a dragon, but I don’t know her.

She had gifts. However, as she grew, she learnt to fight she became a fierce shield maiden. However, she knew she had darkness in her, but she never gave in to it. I watched as she grew. Others feared her for her connection to the God of Hell, me. We came up with the pagan story of the wolf of Hell in order to stop the human world from taking a turn for the worst. Ragnarök, as it is known, and so it worked. The pagan’s wouldn’t favour war if their omens called for defeat. I would watch as she healed wounded men and women in the shield wall and even wounded animals.

"You will not lay a paw on him. Not while I draw breath." The villains turned their attention toward me, their expressions shifting from smug confidence to trepidation. "And who do we have here? Another fool willing to die for this alpha?" I stood tall, my gaze locked with theirs. "I am Freya, and I am here to protect what I hold dear. No darkness shall prevail as long as I stand." With a flick of my paw, tendrils of dark magic swirled around me, intertwining with the raw energy coursing through my body. I lunged at the first villain, my movements fluid and precise, a dance of power and grace.

Reece says my name and I let out an excruciating scream because the pain just got worse and I don't think I can sense my wolf anymore. "Reece.. Morgan. I can't feel her..." I let out another scream. "Fuck…!" Reece picks me up bridal style and walks us out of the crowd that just gathered around us, upstairs into his room.

We landed with my back facing the ground full of marbles, shattered bottles, and garbage while she landed in a kneeling position with her blazing eyes still staring at me and her hand on my neck. “Never forget that I AM MIKHA’EL,” She said in a thundering voice that made the whole place shake, and she stood up and spread her wings and flew away in her phoenix form. Like nothing happened. Yes, I am nothing compared to her. HE IS MICHAEL who disguises himself as a teenage girl. WTF?

he said while snorting and pointed his sword at Val. “No. You are Vanjoss! Can’t you remember me? It’s me, Valkyrie!” Val shouted and felt strange when she uttered her name. The name she buried along with the memories of Vanjoss. When he died protecting her, she lost herself. It’s like part of her was dead. With the help of her sisters, she slowly returns to her old self, but she has to forget all the memories with Vanjoss for her to keep on living like she promised to him. And that included her name. She didn’t let anyone call her Valkyrie, not even her sister and mother, except Vanjoss. Because she will just remember those horrible memories.

"Freya, I am as to blame for the state of our supernatural community, than any other. Long ago, to keep my moon realm alive, I asked for help from a powerful warlock. He and his coven were able to feed me and my realm enough power for decades. In return, I kept them safe from werewolves and vampires. Once the older witches and warlocks aged, then died off, the younger members felt their deal died along with them. They refused to help me any longer. So, I began kidnapping their children, using the powerful and discarding the weak." She raised her head up to look at me, her bright white hair almost covering her eyes. Through a few strands of her hair, I could see the glisten of tears that were

Freya's POV My abilities were tested, from my courage down to my integrity. As the Beta’s daughter with no wolf, i had always been forced to prove myself in other ways. Now… I had no name, no pack, no identity. Only survival. “Get this done and stop the sluggish movement.” The owner of the bakery, Mr. Hale, didn’t bother to look at me as he barked the order. His voice cut through the early morning noise of clanging trays and boiling pots.