Freyja Lothbrok Novels & Stories

"Davina Lynne Lothbrok Birthdate: 9/21/2005 Weight: 7lbs 6ounces Time: 5:23pm" "This is mine Ragnar, why was it hidden?" "Turn it around Davi" So I turned it around for it to show what hospital I was born in, which wasn't the one here, also it had a name on it, one I had only ever seen in our history books when talking about a royal family, the first werewolf family there ever was. "Freyja Mani" Old Norse for The Lady, Goddess of beauty, love, sex, war, and fertility. Mani was the God of the Moon.

"Is this how the Frostfang Pack honors a warrior who won the Trials?" She shuddered. "A warrior? She — she only went in Freya's place —" Jacob cut her off. His gaze fell on Freya. "This one — whose wolf spirit hasn't even fully awakened? This is what you offered instead?" Every drop of color drained from Freya's face. Tears welled up, but she didn't dare make a sound. Jacob turned back to me. "Elsa. As heir to the Lycan King, I ask you — will you be my Luna?"

I will teach her wrong things little by little. Make her doubt. Make her alone. And while she tries to be perfect my way, I will learn about her power. Maybe I tell Viktor. Maybe not. Either way, Freya’s days as loved future Luna are not many. She just does not know. That night in my room I took paper. I must write what I know. Freya Laurent – gray eyes, maybe Moon Goddess blood Silver light when rogue attacked George Laurent – same name, maybe family Power came with big fear She does not know she has it

And then a grunt of pure strain, coming from right outside. I moved without thinking. A blur of speed and I was at the window, looking down. Oh, moon goddess. Freya was hanging by her bloody fingertips from the shattered remains of the ledge. Zara was tied to her back with a bedsheet, screaming her head off, her little arms locked around her mother’s neck. Freya’s fingers were slipping, blood making her grip slick. They were seconds from falling. I didn’t think. I just moved.

My body trembled, and I furrowed my brows, feeling cold sweat dripping down from my forehead. Asudden inexplicable fear engulfed me, and a brief image flashed through my mind. It was a wolf covered in blood, with its purple eyes particularly prominent in the picture. Freya is in danger! Freya's POV Lupa, with her red hair and witch's robe, appeared in front of me. Memories of the last life suddenly overlapped with the scene before me. She looked just like this the last time, in the forest behind Nightfall Pack, when she plunged a silver dagger into my chest!

BRANDON The scent of brewed coffee and warm buttered toast drifted through the air as I stood by the kitchen island, flipping through my emails on the tablet. Freya sat at the breakfast table, her hair falling softly over her shoulder, still damp from her morning shower. She was slicing into a piece of fruit, her expression distant, like her thoughts were elsewhere—somewhere quiet and far away.

Mary Redferne I bit my nails nervously as I sat at the breakfast table, hoping I had taken Joseph’s advice on leaving my sister alone. He was right; she was blinded by love and didn’t really care about anything but him. She was so blinded that Joshua actually managed to convince her that I am the villain. I couldn’t get over how she talked to me. I didn’t understand why money changed people so much. Clara, for the first time in her life, was being showered with money and expensive gifts, and she was equating that with love.

I then looked to the woman who was whimpering, “What is her involvement?” “Power hungry backstabbing witch, literally. She was Vyara’s best friend, and is still listed in the Kingdom Registry as Krysta Bluewind, magic user from the Coven Bluewind, betrothed of Thaddeus Moonchild, her mate. But was listed as a missing person.” Her eyes went wide, realizing they knew exactly who she was. “Missing for, oh, eleven years?”

Lysandra’s laughter filled the chamber, “Your denials won’t save you, Freya. We have evidence.” Freya’s voice turned sharp, “Evidence? Or manufactured lies?” Lysandra’s gaze held an icy edge, “Constantine herself declared me as her heir. It’s time you accept that.” Freya’s retort was swift, “Constantine’s trust is not a testament to your worthiness.” Lysandra’s voice was laced with certainty, “It’s all the testament I need.” Freya’s eyes bore into Lysandra’s, unyielding, “You can parade around as the ultimate sorcerer all you want, but I won’t recognize you as such.”

Arianna gave a dubious look at the kind seeming elderly woman. "Oh you must be Arianna; you are a really lovely woman. You will be a wonderful Luna for Loki, certainly." The woman said but Arianna said nothing. "Of course,where are my manners? I haven't even introduced myself. I am Freya, and I watched over Loki as a child. I raised him from infancy as his mother passed away when she was birthing him. I love him like my own son and am more or less his mommy. The woman said, and Arianna at last felt relaxed with her.