Freyja Lothbrok Novels & Stories

​The elite mercenaries on the dais hesitated, taking an involuntary step back as Leo’s heavy Alpha aura expanded through the hall, thick with pure mountain iron and battle magic. ​Look closely, lords of the South! Freya declared, her voice ringing clear and melodious through the vast hall, filled with the undeniable authority of her bloodline. She raised her left hand, and a bright wave of golden solar light flared along her fingers, illuminating the ancient medallion against her chest. I am Freya Sunfang, daughter of your true Alpha! I stand here alive, saved from the assassin's steel sent by my own uncle! ​Murmurs erupted like a wildfire through the gathered nobility. Southern lords stood

My son who still had his arms around my neck in the dead of night, slept in Calla's arms when storms rattled the windows. To picture his tiny hands reaching out for us, only to be pulled back, made my stomach tighten up so tight I was going to puke. I had been mad before, mad at betrayal, at deceit, at my own failure,but this was different. This was visceral. Freya led the way, black ropes braided into her hair streaming down her back. She walked as if the mountain belonged to her, muttering something to herself that I couldn't understand. She looked back at us occasionally, eyes burning with an ancient insight. "Not far now," she muttered once and her voice was thunder.

Loretta humoured darkly, “I don't intend to, my brother would die anyways, returning or not.” My expression darkened and the brow on my forehead knitted against the other, “What gives the right to do what he does, why?” I demanded. “Because he's the ruthless Lycan king who would stop at nothing till he has accomplished what he had set out to,” Merona chipped in “He would stop at nothing to get his hands on you Freya, he is currently training armies who would sweep anyone in his way out,” Loretta revealed. “What are we gonna do?” Rachael asked with a face pale as one who had seen a ghost.

She frowns at him and tries to ask with her eyes if he is all right, but he just gives her a small smile meant to encourage her to act like he isn’t there. This is her moment, there must not be any distractions. “What is Freya the Goddess of?” she asks. “She is the Goddess of fertility and life, so it is only fitting that her blessing be what welcomes our spirit into this world. This is why I have questioned your aura test in the past, no one has ever turned up with no ancestral power, we are all children of Geri and Freki, no matter how much our blood has mingled, it has all come from the same source.”

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.

"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."