Freyja Lothbrok Novels & Stories

“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.

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 thought Kaen or the war would be the thing to crush me… but this is it; this is going to make me go on a rampage. “NEIN!” Freyja’s shrill cry cuts through my sorrow, and it doubles when she wretches her sister out of my arms. Her sobs shatter my heart anew, and her howls of anguish break me in two until Andreas wraps his arms around her. Their shared sadness is amplified since they’re mates, but everyone loved Frigga… I can tell by the sadness coursing through the pack link.

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

“Then we cannot rule based on your belief.” Leo’s patience finally snapped. “So you’d rather destroy an innocent woman?, I am trying to save my wife after I finally know the truth.” “Freya suffered because of me.” He continued. “ And I refuse to let her suffer again.” He pointed towards Caroline. “That woman manipulated my life.” Caroline burst into tears. “Leo please…“I’ve never forced you to love me. I only wanted our child to have a father figure in his life.” She looked toward the elders. “I don’t want Freya’s title. I don’t want anyone’s pity, I just want my baby to be protected”

He questioned, looking displeased. “That's none of your business. Now, I don't have to deal with your shit anymore.” Freya uttered and turned to leave. “If you ever happen to come back here, I swear it, I'll make it really difficult for you.” The dwarf threatened with so much anger. Freya only gave him a middle finger while walking. She was just so happy that she had retrieved what she came here for successfully, and her journey back to all the places she had passed was made easy which was something she never thought.

"Lying? Then let's do a DNA test if you dare, you filthy slut." He pointed a shaking finger at them all, his voice dropping to a quiet echo of damnation. "Helen's child was to carry the Hurst bloodline! You killed my child!" With that, he grabbed a vase from the table and hurled it in their direction. Chaos erupted in the hall as screams, shouts, and cries flew in every direction. Francis and Bella clutched the shrieking Kate and the crying newborn, fleeing in panic. Maria and Darius, faces dark with dread, stumbled out behind them.

Freya's POV In the cold embrace of the room, I finally sat on the floor, looking her in the face. A skillset my father taught me. Your enemies can't lie if you know how to detect their lies. Look into their eyes. " What do you want from me?" I asked her. She sighed, eyes looking at me with such small precision, like she was the predator, and I, the prey.

"Don't you see? We both know that's not real." "It doesn't matter what I see!" she shot back, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and something else. "I won't be a part of some… some curse-breaking ritual! I have a life, Lucas!" Her words hit me like a physical blow. A life. Her kids, the warmth I'd seen in her eyes when she looked at them. The guilt that had been simmering within me boiled over. **** As I stepped out of the shower, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. The full moon was approaching, and I knew what that meant. It was the night when Freya, the Norse goddess of love and fertility, was said to roam the earth, seeking companionship.