Freya Winters Books Novels & Stories

Why was this useless, thick-waisted human in the Alpha’s private command center? Rowan cut across the corridor, stepping directly into Freya’s path with a deadly sneer. "What are you doing inside the Royal Citadel?" Freya didn't flinch. She stood her ground, her full, plush curves straining against her simple linen dress, her soft human face completely calm despite the lethal wolf standing before her. "I am the new human-language translator for the inter-pack treaties," Freya said, her voice smooth and entirely untamed. Freya stepped closer, lowering her voice so only Rowan’s sensitive ears could catch the words. "My mate couldn't stand being away from me for a single hour. He demanded I wor

he hesitated before using her formal title, "the Luna?" "She left, Alpha," Sara replied simply. Silvano nodded, his expression carefully neutral as he joined Isabella at the table, though his wolf spirit stirred restlessly within him. Meanwhile, Freya had returned to her apartment. After eating a light breakfast, she packed her computer and essentials, preparing to report to her new job. Just as she was about to leave, the doorbell rang. Checking the security monitor, she saw her neighbor Mrs. Winters standing there with her young daughter Amy. Freya opened the door to find Mrs. Winters looking anxious.

Various theories have the library being built there by aliens, by a civilization ten thousand years old, or by a race of vampires. Caitlin let the book fall from her lap, her mouth open in shock, and it landed with a thump on the floor. She sat straight up, feeling a jolt. She suddenly felt wide awake, as if she had just lost all sense of time and place. She picked the book up again, her throat dry, and read the words again and again, desperately, like a castaway starving for water.

Human, I swear to the Mother Goddess that I will make your shifts painful if you say anything like that again. Alright, Goddess you are bitchy aren’t ya? Winter huffs and turns her tail at me. Well whatever wolf, I can ignore you too. I get all my bags unpacked, well at least the ones with clothes in them. There’s a suitcase that has…things…in it that no one wants to see. Well, that’s not entirely true, I think Rian would want to see them. I mean he is the Supreme Alpha so there’s gotta be some primal urge in him or something. Rian comes back in as I open my “things” suitcase and I hurriedly slam it shut not wanting him to see that side of me yet.

“It's alright sister. Weston Hills is our home and we cannot back down. We have to fight, I know Earnestine won't stop fighting where ever she is.” “I wish you could go back to life,” Freya said before embracing her. Their hug was warm and tight, Janeka's eyes widened when she tried to tell Freya that she was attempting to kill her. “I love you.” Freya said. “I love you too.” Janeka said puffing out. Pulling away from Janeka, Freya pushed Janeka and she fell backward, the emptiness opened and consumed Janeka. Freya smirked before she turned her back walking deeper into the infernal region. She didn't regret what she just did. It was the only option she had.

when she was young she was a Wanderer, but few know how Freida charmed her way across the realms with sweet words and stories like the finest of cheese and bread, bite into her tales to children and elderly and warriors, find the sweetest of mulled cider warm on an autumn that speaks of motherhood harvest, Freida is tied to the seasons, the land, she gave birth to light god Baldur for a reason, for Baldur is what happens when death meets life, Wotan and Freida are polar opposites, that is why the Alfather kneels for no one but her, he becomes a cabbage moth to flame in Freida’s bosom, and her body is All, her breath could melt Niflhel, her wealth is the way the Norns chant runes and cut Moth

This book is dedicated to Bukade—my awesome friend who's helped me very very much in the creation of this book, and Favour Edem, too—my first love, for taking her time to explain stuffs about Werewolves, and Vamps, and Witches to me. For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. ❤️

The damn color even started invading my dreams, but now I welcomed it because of my Freya. My thoughts were cut off as Freya began to stir. Finally, I thought to myself, I'd been waiting hours for her to wake up. I decided I'd be sneaky and pretend to be asleep and see what she did. I was elated, and last night was the most amazing experience of my life. But Freya was new to all of this and she's a hybrid too, I didn't know how she would feel after the joining. I quickly but very quietly rolled onto my back and laid my head down onto the pillow. I waited there for a few moments expecting her to wake up, but she didn't move. I opened my left eye slightly and peered at her, she began to stir a

Reluctantly, Torin gave one last look at the fading summoning circle and followed Elira out, the cat darting ahead, mewing urgently as it led them deeper into the night. —— Freya screamed, thrashing against invisible binds. Her limbs were limp but her mind…her mind was fractured by visions that struck like lightning through her skull. She saw Fire. Moons bleeding silver. Wolves devouring witches. Then witches drinking from wolves’ hearts. Suddenly, she gasped, and the visions ceased. What kind of vision is this in a modern world? This was totally strange to her. All she knew was hunting until she got into Alpha Torin’s world. Now, she’s experiencing a world she could only swore existed in th

(while trying to mass upload, I accidentally uploaded the chapters without chapter 048(it has been uploaded, sorry for the confusion), I understand that this might have made you confused but I hope you can merge this to it. I'm really really terribly sorry and thank you for not giving up on Freya, Alan and Eliza's story. I also thank you for understanding in advance lovies!")