Novel & Cerita Freyja Lothbrok

And as Morrigan walks near Frey the air in the room suddenly turned cold. Morrigan stood in front of Frey at a safe distance, pulled the ribbon that is tying her hair, and let the braids unravel themselves, letting her hair fall like water finally able to come back the stream to live. Frey shivered as a cold breeze touches her skin as she take a better look at the young lady standing tall in front of her. Her back is straight, her elbows folded in perfection as she plays with the ring on her thumb as her hands rest in the middle of her torso. Morrigan gave her a soft smile. "You are right. I am from Hymir, and that I am from a powerful family. My family's name could be heard everywhere in ou

The woman, with kind eyes and a soothing voice, introduced herself as Freyja, while the man, a steady presence beside her, was named Leif. (Pronunciation: Fray-ah and Layf.) Freyja carefully examined my neck, her touch relaxed and gentle. '"You're lucky, Your Highness," she said softly. "The bruising is extensive, but there doesn't appear to be any permanent damage. Rest your voice for a while, and drink plenty of warm water infused with honey." Leif handed me a small vial, explaining, "This is a healing potion. It has a pleasant taste, too. It will help with the bruising and any internal swelling. Drink it slowly."

A shiver ran down my spine and I’m not certain it was a bad one. “Freya.” I replied straightening my spine. “Mmm… What a powerful name, Freya.” He said with small moan. My body full blown betrayed me and instantly butterflies began dancing in my stomach. “I’m sorry we met under these circumstances, Freya. I can’t fully explain it but I feel drawn to you. Did you put a summoning spell on me?” He asks. “I don’t use summoning spells.” I scoff, rolling my eyes. ”They’re timing is unpredictable and I’d prefer not to have a random monster show up while I’m in my apartment. Although somehow you’ve found me anyway?”

I don't believe I'm all that bad. Mother says, "Children, gather around." I watch as her clothing rip from her form and she transforms into her wolf, her brown hair becoming brown fur. She prefers to dress formally, unlike the rest of us who usually choose baggy attire that is simple to get out of after a shift. I'm not sure why exactly; I've lost count of how many dress pants and blouses she's ripped apart. However, it's not like she can't afford it—after all, she is a Noble.

Freya "I am Freya Collins, an 18-year-old she-wolf from the Midnight Pack. The pack remained unaware of my wolf existence as I lacked a discernible scent, and I had no intention of revealing this aspect to them. Raised by my adoptive parents, Dad Lucas and Mom Rica, both esteemed pack warriors, I've been showered with love and support. Unbeknownst to the rest of the pack, my adoptive parents have been training me since childhood.

As she once visited his kingdom and saw him, predicting him one of the most important warriors of the future. 2. FREA: She is the princess of Jurgen Kingdom, from the fire ocean. She is a fierce one sometimes, but usually don't use that much of her power. She is blessed with fire as the element and also given the bow of Faire. The universe's second dangerous weapon among eleven deadly weapons.

The elder sighed heavily before speaking softly, hoping Aesthelia would understand as she added,"And there's the shield. If that is what worries you, You can focus on your training. " "Look, all of us have been distressed by the event. That is why we don't have any spare time to entertain you." The elder remarked, which irritated Aesthelia. Aesthelia gasped in disbelief. Did she hear that right? Did she look like a kid whining? What can she expect, right? They sent a young girl named Freya outside the pack during a dangerous time. At the mention of Freya, Aesthelia recalled some of that character's information. Freya was a young child who excelled in physical aspects, but that didn't last lo

Kaizoran sighs heavily as Hazran continues. “Today, we discovered it was Aslantha who has been the traitor amongst us. Her jealousy and bitterness drove her so far as to make sure that her husband’s son was murdered. He ripped out her womb as punishment and she will die, for a wound made by one of royal blood does not heal like others…” His words stun me, and I wonder how much Agnarr has had to face in his life. Such a long life is certainly a curse… “This woman, Friya, was the handmaiden of Aslantha and came from her tribe, and Agnarr was going to make her his queen when he learned she was pregnant. But before he could, she was murdered right before Agnarr’s eyes.” Kaizoran finishes.

They actually bothered to order me a cake. "Happy birthday Morgana.." They all say in unison and we group hug each other. "I got my wolf.." I tell them squealing in excitement. "You're officially one of us now. All that is left is for you to shift for the first time. The first full moon after your birthday is in two weeks and best believe we'll all be there to support you..." Lexi says with a cute grin. "Thank you guys..." I say with a grateful smile plastered on my face.