Freyja Lothbrok Novels & Stories

She stopped walking and took my face into her ice-cold hands, and I shivered a little at her touch. “You, Freya Rose, are going to be my best warrior yet. You are going to be by far the strongest Luna the earth has ever seen, and I am so excited to watch your journey unfold,” she said with a giant smile on her face. “The world is going to fear you Freya, you will command many armies and rule over all species. There will be rivers of blood spilt in your name, and you will be a goddess on earth. They will chant your name, oh, it's going to be glorious,” she said excitedly as she jumped up and down clapping her hands like a demented child. How can she look so sweet and innocent and be so evil?

Odhan asked in confusion. "No, we found something which we never imagined we will find here" Lucifer muttered. "What is it?" Odhan inquired softly. "The queen you just said that I love so much to risk an attack from the dark creatures, and the woman in that Portrait, Theodora, are the same" Darius explained clearly to Odhan. His tone is cold and it sent shivers down the spine of Odhan. "Why the hell are you after everyone I love and hold dear to me" Max snapped at Odhan.

Kyro keeps his silence for a long moment, and my words slip without my knowledge. "You follow her because it isn't survival you seek; it's death," I breathe, his evil eyes burning through mine. I'm not intimidated by it, as I bore my gaze through his with equal determination. "Who/what is she?" Kyro pauses, keeping his silence as his gaze impairs mine, searching for something, but I don't know what? "Freya is a Fae… wielding two elements," a suffocating air of shock hangs over us. What the fuck shit...?

She then said with her head still down, “Freya Rose of the Rose Pack, you are our savior, our protector, and you will be the Trybrid Queen. You will sit on a throne made from the bones of your enemies, and you will drink their blood as if it were wine. You will be a formidable yet fair ruler, and you will be loved by all.” She then looked up at me with her large eyes, wide with excitement and love. She then said, “I will follow you to the ends of the earth, my Queen, you have my word.”

She was the special goddess’s wolf who possessed the strength of ten wolves combined. He could try his best to beat her, but he knew it wouldn’t end in his favor. The guards moved towards her, brandishing their sharp blades in her face. Freya moved swiftly with the anger and spirit of revenge in her. And by the time she was done fighting, not a single one of the guards remained. There wasn’t even a single soul alive. Not even Darwin…

“Did you actually think Thor stocked this place for you?” My brows creased instantly. “What are you talking about?” “You want honesty?” Freya stepped further into the room, her cruelty softened only by the rawness still lingering from Deucalion’s words earlier. “You asked why I hated you.” Her eyes dragged over me, over the too-tight gown and the cardigan clinging awkwardly to my frame. “Well, that’s one reason.” I frowned. “Because the clothes don’t fit?” “No.” She scoffed. “Because you look exactly like the women Thor keeps ruining himself over. All bad luck!”

I had been so blind, so in love. “Claire warned me,” I murmured to myself, the weight of her words crashing down on me. I swallowed hard, trying to steady my voice. “This wasn’t about us, was it? It was about the land. and your parents want my pack’s territory, You don’t know do you?” My voice cracked, the fear and betrayal making my body tremble. “Yes,” he said simply, without hesitation. “It was always about the land. Your pack is sitting on something valuable—gold, wolfsbane, and who knows what else. And you, Freya, were the easiest way to get it.”

I declared, an evil smile forming on my lips. Stalking towards the human girl, who looked bewildered and scared, I drew the sword from my hold. Without a shred of hesitation, I plunged it straight into her chest, the metallic clang echoing through the empty area as the human girl's eyes widened in disbelief. The sickening thud of the seer's bag hitting the ground drowned the gasp that escaped out the human girl's lips, signaling the irreversible horror of my actions.

“Valkyr will be looking for me and his child, as will the dark lord. Are you really prepared to take on an army of vampires?” “I’m assuming that Valkyr is the vampire who fathered your child?” Freya said, smugly. “He has to find you first.” She shoved Louella into the cage she’d cloaked. “You’re in my century now. My power also comes from the dark lord. You see, Davina and I have a lot in common. I’m also a victim of the dark lord’s deceitfulness while in the womb. Like Davina, I absorbed enough of his darkness to make me a formidable opponent. Unlike you, my physical clone was killed. By her own sire, I might add.” She walked around the cage wearing a satisfied smirk. “Your vampire

Lealla hiding broken celestial artifacts behind her back while trying not to laugh as Eros questioned her. Freya physically froze. God. She remembered that. Eros continued quietly. “She hated thunderstorms but pretended otherwise because she thought fear made her weak.” His gaze never left Freya’s face. “She always stole fruit from the kitchens herself despite servants offering to bring it.” Another memory surfaced. Lealla running barefoot through fortress corridors laughing while kitchen servants chased after her dramatically. Freya’s chest ached so violently she almost doubled over from it. But Eros reached for her before she could retreat into the pain.