Freyja Lothbrok Novels & Stories

"Do me a favor. Kill me now, Jacob." Jacob violently threw the vape he was holding on the floor and grabbed Freya by the neck. He brought his mouth close to Freya's ear. The bad aura he possessed suddenly disappeared like a bubble. "If I do not love you, I might have killed you by now," Jacob whispered. Freya burst into tears while laughing. "You love…ME?" The tone of her speech became sincere. "If you feel sorry for me because I lost my CHILD, I don't need that. At this point, I don't need anyone's love. I only need JUSTICE," she said.

Torin was always the first to volunteer for dangerous missions, driven by a fierce loyalty to our cause and an unyielding sense of duty. Freya Freya, the healer, possessed an innate talent for herbal medicine and healing magic. Her gentle touch and soothing presence brought comfort to the wounded and weary. Freya's compassion was matched only by her bravery, as she never hesitated to put herself in harm's way to help others. Soren Soren was a skilled swordsman with lightning-fast reflexes and unparalleled agility. His dual swords flashed through the air with deadly precision, and he could disarm an opponent in the blink of an eye. Soren's confidence and charisma made him a natural leader amo

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?

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