Freya Valkyrie Novels & Stories

Our mother was Brynhild she was one of the most famous Valkyries in history, and one of the most shamed. Odin ordered her to help the humans of Norway win a war against England, although Valkyries usually just collect the souls of dead warriors, we are sometimes told to assassinate certain people to change who would win the battle. In most cases, to protect the worshippers of Odin and the Norse Gods.

Helen stammered, then shot Flara an irritated glare. Flara stopped and looked behind her. There was nothing but boundless darkness—the shadows of trees swaying within it. She swallowed hard, then turned back to the short-haired girl: “Frigg… I won’t complain anymore.” That’s right—this tomboyish, short-haired girl was Frigg. Daughter of Fjörgynn and Nótt, a figure of high standing within the Vanir tribe, yet also mocked by many as a wild child—unloved by either parent.

All three looked at the woman who was shivering badly, now understanding that she was not the culprit. “I can help,” she offered, making a desperate attempt at saving her life. Elizabeth moved her hand in anti-clockwise direction and the mist dissipated. She then walked over to the woman and the woman pulled her hair up revealing a mark that was etched at the nape of her neck. As she inhaled the mark caught fire. As soon as she let out her breath the fire dissuaded. Elizabeth immediately recognized the symbol and nodded to the other two. She was a Valkyrie, an angel like creature with super strength, fast healing abilities and consents spirits around her. Valkyries were also thought to be ex

Hymir’s raven and crown emblem were from their deity, Fiachra. According to Hymirian folklore, Fiachra is a young warrior cloaked in black flexible armor that is always seen accompanied by her ravens, it is said that Fiachra with the help of her friend ravens won countless battles and brought glory to Ancient Hymir. The King of Hymir at that time fell in love with the woman in black flexible armor and courted her, however, Fiachra’s love for her country was stronger and when a final war broke out Fiachra chose to go in the frontlines and fight with all her might. But it was also a fateful battle where Fiachra sacrificed her life by closing the gates of the kingdom, tens of thousands of raven

Lydia gave me a straight face, "yes." "Yes what?" "Go to him, Aphrodite. What is the purpose of holding off? Master has given you so much already, are you really going to make Master Abigor go through so much more trouble to be with you?" I frowned, "I would like to believe that I am worth a bit of effort, Lydia. I am no mere woman, I am Aphrodite. The richest, most beautiful and talented in the lands. I deserve to be courted on a much higher scale than any other female and perhaps that is vain but I know my worth and so does Master Abigor."

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.”

“I do not shape the law of the stars, Alpha. I only read them. If you would protect her, then you must prepare for what is coming.” I steadied myself, though my heart hammered against my ribs. “Tell us everything. Tell us about her… about why she’s tied to me.” The elder leaned back, the shadows of the hall deepening across his face. His voice lowered, ancient and grave. “Freya was once a priestess of the Moon Goddess. She turned against her when power tempted her, hungered for dominion beyond the veil of death. When she was cast down, her body was caged in a vessel of iron and bone, hidden where even gods would not tread. Her spirit was left to wander, feeding only on fragments of fear, whi

Jaxson takes the cloth, his gaze fixated on Valerie, who no longer shivers. Weirdly, this worries everyone. Her heartbeat is faint, her body almost completely submerged in those ice crystals, "Freya," Jaxson growls. He didn't understand Valerie before, now he does. Only she can bring a chill close to death, as the legends say. "Freya has touched her," Elias finally contributes, his gaze focusing on Valerie, "if Freya feels tempted to trick you – her comrades – into killing her, that only means one thing…" Elias pauses, the room awaits his response, "she fears Valerie."

she announced as soon as she opened the door. She didn't even bother to look at me and just stood there holding the door. “Now?” I asked as I walked towards her. She didn't utter a word, just swept her free hand to the side, an instruction for me to exit my room. I did as commanded, then waited for her to lead the way. I followed behind her in silence, trying to keep my thoughts quiet. As much as I tried to block her out, I couldn't. While being here with Azael, he had made sure that he had a large supply of Witch and Warlock kids for Selene to feed on. Her strength was like nothing I'd witnessed before. She was almost as strong as Azael himself and her Lycan looked as though it had been on