Freyja Lothbrok Novels & Stories

I inquired, turning my face to General Rhodes. “I have a report to make regarding that, my alpha.” General Rhodes replied to me. My face wrinkled as I leaned forward on my chair. “It’s about Freya. The daughter of the traitor.” He continued, and I fell even deeper into a pool of confusion. “And how does the training have anything to do with her?” I asked him, flipping my hands and gently hitting them on my laps. “Alpha Victor. Freya is a curse to this land. Her presence alone is a thorn in our flesh, not to talk of how she is influencing the young wolves to question the pack's rules.” General Rhodes' voice came out sharp and the hall was instantly filled with murmurs.

“Good, let that traitor be afraid. His days are numbered. I’ve found my mate.” Cressa smiled, seeing the look of adoration in his eyes as she spoke of her. The woman’s name was Freja. Freja was the famed Slayer, a warrior that cut through Dragonkin like butter. Fear bloomed on her chest as he told of her quest to kill him in order to avoid her fate of becoming his. From what Cressa gathered as he dumped the details of the last two weeks, Freja had slain his father and had been on a quest for vengeance ever since. A quest to avenge the attack on her Midlands village and for being marked as his from birth.

But it was today, as the entire pack gathered for the formal punishment decree, that her illusions finally shattered. Freya stood tall beside the High Elder, dressed not in the silks of royalty but in the warrior leathers of her hybrid bloodline. Her shoulders were square, her chin lifted, her eyes burning not with vengeance, but with the fire of a woman who had bled for everything she now held. Her children present in Kandrix, Louis, and Jasper, hands as they were watched over by warriors and healers alike. Safe. Loved. The sight of them playing peacefully was more powerful than any title or throne. They were the reason Freya had survived. They were her victory.

He threatened. “Yes, Dad, I will stay by the boats,” I say quietly. “Good, then stop and go help your mother.” He tells me. “Yes, Dad,” I say, put down the shield and weapons, and walk towards home. - I am Freya, and I just turned twenty. And I am the only child of the great Viking Toke and shield maiden Randi. My mother had not fought in many years, but many women who did still said she was one of the best.

“I won’t let you take my brother, witch.” “You let your Daal take me,” Loera rasped unnaturally. “You gave every female here to him and then whined like a spoilt child because he did not love you.” Having listened to them speak for so long, she spoke their language as well as they did. “None of his lovers can best you. They all die under your sword. He only lets you remain the Valkra because of your father and the loyalty of the clan to his bloodline.” The blue glacial ice shattered from Loera’s legs and she walked forward in a stiff, slow gait. “You lie!” Frejalah backed away from the frozen ghoul.

REVELATION If you are reading this you must be of age already, blossoming into womanhood, and I'm sorry to say this but, your father and I are most likely dead. I know you have so many questions about yourself and your true family. But before I begin I want you to know that your father and I really love you and we did what we did to protect you. You will understand it all very soon. You are Zia Lothbrok, born on the ninth day in July to Abel and Celeste Lothbrok. You have no siblings. You are a fae or fairy, anyone you'd wish to call it. I'm sure you must have grown up believing these things do not exist. But they do. It's who you are.

Frederick was genuinely furious. He had never imagined that Freya could be so utterly foolish. At a moment like this, she had the audacity to speak ill of Selena. Did she not understand these soldiers were his closest guards, men who had once fought beside Selena day after day? Did Freya have a death wish? "Why are you shouting at me?" Freya was truly fearless. As she often proclaimed, she was the daughter of Henry Talmar, the Desert Hawk himself. She was the Desert Rose!

"Freya was so afraid of her, so afraid of you, that she wanted you gone from the world, so I did it. With his help of course." "Tell him about his daughters!" I yelled some more. "Tell him the truth!" "I didn't do that." She snarled hatefully. "That wasn't my doing!" Just then the door to my place harshly open, smashing loudly against the southwest styled décor. From the portal that had come down in the haze was none other than the Bitch who had started the outrage for all this. She was playing dumb this whole time. Freya. She walked in covered in her pure white, leather robe with the hood that covered her amber gold hair. Inside her robe, I saw her sword and several daggers attached to her

I watched her for a while as she sat with her eyes closed and shifted on occasion in the cramped space, she was probably in one of the smallest cages there was in the room. “Freya, do you know why we are here? What do they want?” “I think they take us to sell us as slaves.” I uttered, that seemed to be the general rule, except for me. That one I still hadn’t quite figured out. “What?” The girl asked seeming horrified at the thought, and who could blame her. But still she stayed calm, didn’t panic, or scream and I scrunched my eyes in thought as I studied her. She was well dressed in smart clothes, not the kind of thing a rogue would wear and with the exception of the blood on her face, she w

“Let me assure you, it is not for love or lust, but for you, my pack! For this woman is the warlock princess, the offspring of Freyja, her name exposed in the flames of Thor! He took the shield one of his men held out and presented it to me. My flesh felt hot despite my clothing being saturated with melted snow, and grasping it in my grip, I muttered, “Freyja.” Magic blazed to life inside of me, surging through my hand in a hot flood to cover the shield with silver light, gleaming like a beacon. The pack gasped and backed back, their eyes wide at the sight of magic they’d only heard about in stories. Magic they didn’t comprehend, which explained their concern. “She will bring us battle fame!