Freyja Lothbrok Novels & Stories

"Freya, I am as to blame for the state of our supernatural community, than any other. Long ago, to keep my moon realm alive, I asked for help from a powerful warlock. He and his coven were able to feed me and my realm enough power for decades. In return, I kept them safe from werewolves and vampires. Once the older witches and warlocks aged, then died off, the younger members felt their deal died along with them. They refused to help me any longer. So, I began kidnapping their children, using the powerful and discarding the weak." She raised her head up to look at me, her bright white hair almost covering her eyes. Through a few strands of her hair, I could see the glisten of tears that were

Vor said as lights slowly came into the scene and my eyes widened in shock when I saw Lea. Lea’s hair was cut short and was midnight black in color and her eyes golden, they appeared they’d glow anywhere. She looked like Lea but she certainly wasn’t her. “What are you doing here Greek?” Vor asked her as Le- Nemesis, smiled. “It’s a pity Vor. After everything you did to make sure your pantheon doesn’t go into domestic war, your efforts failed. Freyja thinks you betrayed her simply because you did not speak and in your wombs you carry a forbidden child.” Nemesis said like was amused at Vor’s suffering who sat down helpless.

She said and for minutes, there was this deafening silence from the inside of the room that stretched for hours. That silence was suffocating, scary, and it screamed for me to take to my heel, but I couldn't move. It seemed more like my body had a mind of its own— It wanted me to stay until the end irrespective of how it would break me and what it would cost me in the end. This had to be a nightmare. Suddenly, Thorne’s croaked voice broke through the silence. “What…what…what…” “Your beloved mate, Freya, is the Lycan Princess. She is the daughter of the same man who had killed your family, and she is currently carrying your babies. Your father-in-law is the same man who you hate so much” Her

she was annoying, the look on her face purely evil, and an underlying evil intent, like a child who has just been gifted a clown by her affluent household. The look of new power, that I recognize, the type of look I overlooked on Lucius, perhaps I was so in love with him to notice how excited he was to use his new power as the new alpha. But ever since I entered LYTHRIA it has pledged my mind, how come I was so blinded? “I am Freyja,” The sound of wind followed by a powerful force surrounded us blowing away some crops as I watched the people from Daus try their best to chase after them, I stood forcing my eyes open. Abruptly the wind stopped.

Cody had the girls with him as we headed out to go see our friends, our last night before everything changed. "I can't wait to tell Liv!" Freya said excitedly while looking down at the ring while her other hand sat on her stomach. I looked over at her, she was perfect. "I love you Freya Lynne Lothbrok." She looked to me, even her eyes were smiling at me. "I love you too Andrew Alexander Fenrir."

“I do not shape the law of the stars, Alpha. I only read them. If you would protect her, then you must prepare for what is coming.” I steadied myself, though my heart hammered against my ribs. “Tell us everything. Tell us about her… about why she’s tied to me.” The elder leaned back, the shadows of the hall deepening across his face. His voice lowered, ancient and grave. “Freya was once a priestess of the Moon Goddess. She turned against her when power tempted her, hungered for dominion beyond the veil of death. When she was cast down, her body was caged in a vessel of iron and bone, hidden where even gods would not tread. Her spirit was left to wander, feeding only on fragments of fear, whi

Helen stammered, then shot Flara an irritated glare. Flara stopped and looked behind her. There was nothing but boundless darkness—the shadows of trees swaying within it. She swallowed hard, then turned back to the short-haired girl: “Frigg… I won’t complain anymore.” That’s right—this tomboyish, short-haired girl was Frigg. Daughter of Fjörgynn and Nótt, a figure of high standing within the Vanir tribe, yet also mocked by many as a wild child—unloved by either parent.

Iris' brows fused as she frowned in confusion, "But Freya is dead. Hasn't she been dead for almost a thousand years? Dom said she was a human, no human could live this long. Lily, what type of joke-" Lily interrupted her, anticipating the anguished reaction, "Listen to me Iris, quietly! Freya was a human, yes! But she did not just die. After that war, Freya was the easiest target for anyone seeking revenge on Dom or any of us. Some such revenge-seeking humans managed to lure her and kidnap her. When Dom found out, he shook the Earth and skies to find her but it felt like the ground had swallowed her, she had vanished without a trace.

Does Ciara have this same aura? Freya smirks before answering my mother’s questions, “I am Freya Rose Nordin of the Northern Isles Pack. I am the daughter of Former Alpha King Erik Iver Nordin and Queen Mother Helen Andora Nordin.” She spoke proudly. “This doesn’t make any sense. Hazel said she was just some she-wolf from her old pack. Some No-name whore!” My Mother looked like she was about to collapse from the pressure of Freya’s aura. I look around the room and notice that everyone is in some sort of pain except for me.

I held my chest as the pain ripped right through it. “FREYA!?” I screamed out, then rolled over and scrambled to my feet. My eyes searched around frantically for her; but she was nowhere to be seen. I glared at Finn and snapped at him, “Where the fuck is she?” His body jerked backwards in surprise and he sheepishly pointed towards the security door. Without giving him a chance to say a single word, I ran as fast as I could towards the door and burst through it. I halted as I looked up into the sky, and there she was, my beautiful Fianna. She was levitating in the air, she had her magnificent wings fanned out, and she was engulfed in electrical flames. She looked outstanding, so strong and po