Freya Winters Books Novels & Stories

I made a mental note to ask her about it when we were alone. For the next few hours we were joined by more and more fae as the call for meeting spread. It was as if characters from my story books stepped from the pages and came to life to join against the New World Order. I was in such awe at the variety of characters gathering around the fire pit Jason had his men activated for the meeting that I was able to do little more than utter a few ‘wows’ and ‘oh my’ between gasps of surprise and delight. I can only imagine how my childish, ignorance was interpreted by these creatures. “You are the new queen of Vampire Land, are you not?” whispered a pert little three-inch fairy named Belle, as sh

Now, she had Nolalce, Waylon had Cameron, and Colton had Freyja. She would be happy as long as all of them are happy. … On the night before Christmas, it started snowing in Yaramoor. Freyja and Leia walked out of the cafe and went their separate ways. After Leia got into the car, Freyja looked up at the falling snow, then wrapped the coat around her tighter. A car honked, so Freyja turned around and saw Colton’s halfway down window. She walked over with a smile as Colton got out of the car.

I asked in confusion. “There is a prophecy book back at the packhouse. It's locked away safe, and not many know about it. Tyler showed me, and I became engrossed in it, read the whole thing over and over again. It says about a Trybrid human, part angel, part wolf and part vampire. She will rise up and save the world from oblivion. If Azael manages to make his army and kills the archangels, heaven will fall, sending the earth into eternal darkness,” she said as she lifted her head to look into my eyes. “Freya, if that woman is you, you know you'll be turned into a vampire right?” She asked with concern.

Trisha doubted that will happened but if it did, she was gone. The thoughts that it could be her last night if she closed her eyes for as much as a millisecond her discomfort. She sighed as the door to her dormitory opened, without doubt, she knew it was Nora. She wrapped her sweaty palm around her wand tighter which was tucked in her blanket. She had no plans on using it, but if Nora tried anything funny, she wasn't going to hesitate to blast her till her charred, lifeless body was flung the other side of the room like a piece of meat.

Cedric let out a quieter laugh from near the maps while the medic continued preparing something warm that looked vaguely medicinal and deeply unpleasant. “You know,” Victoria continued after taking a sip of tea, “for a family called Winters, I do hear some complaints about the cold.” Leo looked up immediately, “I’m not complaining.” “You spent twenty minutes yesterday talking about frozen toes.” “They were cold.” “You turn into a giant winter wolf.” “And?” “And that feels ridiculous.” Cedric glanced up from the map, “You used to sleep outside.” Leo frowned, “That was different.” “I think I found you outside maybe about four or five different times,” Calix added.

Chapter Eighteen: Digital princess Freya leaned back in her chair, the glow of her laptop screen painting her face in shades of midnight blue. The apartment was quiet except for the occasional clatter from her fingers tapping the keyboard. Outside, the city slumbered under a haze of streetlights and muffled car horns, but inside, she was wide awake and completely feeling giddy. She clicked through tabs, smirking at the notifications piling up. “Has anyone else noticed Xander Savage’s weird side?”

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

FREYA__21 * * I didn't see Nikolas until the next day. The atmosphere seemed to drop by a certain degree the moment he walked inside. I refused to look away from the book I was reading, not even when he stood in front of the bed. "Freya." My name was called quietly. I didn't respond to it, still pissed about being locked up for the whole of yesterday. How dare he come here now? I wasn't interested to hear anything if it wasn't about letting me go.

It ran so deep even the Ice Wolf pack had never found its bottom. Freya stood at the center of the ice plain, twelve elite Ice Wolf warriors fanned out behind her. She wore no battle armor. On the ice, her body itself was a weapon. Glacial meltwater scent spread from beneath her feet, slow and steady. Every inch of ice it flowed over turned transparent. The ice crystal structure was being rearranged by her scent, becoming denser, harder.

The ancient library was a tomb of forgotten knowledge, its towering shelves heavy with dust and the faint metallic tang of old paper. Freya had always preferred the night shift. The quiet wrapped around her like a lover’s cloak, letting the shy 24-year-old lose herself in books rather than people. Her pale skin glowed under the dim lamps, dark curls framing wide green eyes that hid a secret restlessness--a hunger she didn’t yet understand. But only 'Yet' Tonight, the storm outside howled against the tall windows. Lightning flashed as she carried a stack of restricted occult volumes toward the back. A presence filled the air, cold and ancient, making the hairs on her neck rise.