Freya Winters Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

Freya's POV I could feel the heat waves of hate leaving her, her eyes focused on the back of my head as I walked in front of her my body stiff, mind running haywire. I could almost hear the thoughts running through her mind even though she did not say them. I was a human..filthy and weak. And somehow, I had the alpha bringing me to his house. I waddled shamefully through the floors. " Where the hell do you think you are going you filthy creature? The servants rooms are this way" she said calling me back before I could make further descent into the dark hallways.

FREYA I stared at the two men in my room like they had both gone mad. What did they mean by saying mate? Just then I felt my wolf spring up from inside me. Her fur was white and beautiful as she stood. Somehow I could see her and feel her; tears began to gather in my eyes. “Finally, I found my wolf,” I said, staring at her. Her voice jolted me out of emotion. “Mate!” she exclaimed, wiggling her tail at the twins' alpha. I nearly forget that they are inside my room.

~~~ Freya opened her eyes to find herself alone. “Adrian?” She called, taking a step forward to find the dreadful swamp she clearly remembered. “Hello?” She called and padded deeper. Those creatures were behind the pillars outside the swamp again, peeking at her with large eyes. Trees, she realised; they hid behind trees with thick trunks. She shivered but she dared any of them to come forward and face her wrath. There, the male from the Wild Hunt was at her front, staring into the abyss and she carefully padded closer.

Freya dumped several questions and they both stared at each other for a while. Julia finally cleared her throat and answered “I cannot tell you the reason why I am outside the palace for now but you have to continue pretending that you are me so that my father will not get worried. Also, you have to figure out some things so I can come back home and you can go back to be with your family as soon as you can” “And what is it that I need to figure out?” Freya questioned with a tired tone “Check the book ‘Farther into the thorn’, you will find everything there” Julia responded, this time with a much calmer and friendlier tone

I didn’t waste another moment and was on my way out of the vault when I remembered Freya. “Sorry, sorry,” I rushed over and picked her up. “I really am a bad mother.” I gave her a quick kiss on the top of her head and headed out of the library. I had to show Fynn and my father this book. Fynn woke up with a start, wanting to know what was wrong, and I shoved the book into his hands so I could put Freya down. He wiped his eyes and yawned, but I didn’t care if he was still tired! Rambling on about how I found the book, I watched as he opened it and his eyes grew wider as he paged through it. “This has to be it!” He exclaimed and I shushed him, pointing at Freya. Within minutes, my parents and

Draven knew too. He didn’t even wait until dark. Freya was in the library late that afternoon, curled up in the window seat with a book she wasn’t really reading, when the door clicked shut behind her. She looked up to find Draven leaning against it, tie already loosened, eyes burning with that dark hunger that made her stomach flip. “Come here,” he said, voice low. She stood on shaky legs and walked to him. The second she was close enough, he grabbed her, spinning her around and bending her over the heavy oak desk. Books and papers scattered as he yanked her leggings and panties down in one rough motion.

she answered, spitting the words into the prince’s face despite the terror gleaming deep in her pupils. Cedrik felt a twisted surge of admiration. He tightened his grip on her wrists, feeling her racing pulse beneath his fingers—an undeniable proof that, though she defied him, her body recognized the predator that had cornered her. Freya’s resistance was not merely physical; it was an affront to his lineage, his Alpha status, and the war he led. Yet the more she fought, the more he felt the need to have her under his control—not as another corpse among many, but as something he needed to unravel, possess, and eventually dominate.

Just like what happened to me in my previous life. When I heard of their death, the weight on me was instantly relieved. Those who brought about my tragic end were gone at last. The winter of my life ended, and I was heading toward spring.

Freya turned and saw what was happening and narrowed her eyes in pity but didn’t let it reach her heart because her bloodlust was far higher than her compassion. Licking her lips, she turned to Daphne who was ready to fight Freya. She could tell the difference in power. Freya was the Winter’s Witch, she is the strongest of Gaimore. On Persephone and Tristan’s level. “Well, well, one- actually two are down from your side.” She mumbled, drawing her sword slowly in a charming way. Daphne lowered her gaze and glanced at Vera compassionately.

Enough to crawl toward. Enough to fight for. I pulled myself forward, muscles shaking, vision blurring. I had to get out. Had to reach him. He was alive, I knew it. And he was calling for me. The darkness screamed as I crawled, as if it knew it was losing. Veyrix howled in rage. But I kept going. One step, Another, And another. Until the light swallowed me whole__And I was gone. Freya awakens gasping in a field of glowing ash under the moonlight—only to find a strange mark now etched across her chest… and someone waiting beside her she never expected to see.