Freyja Lothbrok Novels & Stories

Her hands, lips, tongue, and teeth continued to drive me into pleasure, making me squirm in my seat. "Yeah!!! Lily… good, faster, faster baby…"I grabbed her hair leading her as my shaft glided in and out of her mouth. I shut my eyes and pulled back my head to enjoy the ecstasy. The moment my eyes were shut, something strange happened, I had some kind of vision. It was Freyja, she was standing on a tower and I was by her side. All the dragons and people of Ravkan bowed to her like they were worshiping her.

“You know pretty well that your pretty father loves keeping me here so I don't think a half-blood has that authority.” I had played dirty again. Freya’s voice came again, a bit louder this time, “You’re both acting insane!” However, neither of us looked at her. The tension between Lucien and me had reached a razor edge. Then suddenly, there was a soft sound. A thud. Lucien’s eyes flickered away first and mine followed instantly. Freya was on the floor, unconscious. For half a second neither of us moved, then the bond in my chest exploded with panic.

The descendants of the Gods, the King of the Dragons~ Females melt just by his single brilliantly blazing gaze but the heart of the King Of Dragons had always sought a female he did not know the name of. His fated bride~ He has chaos in his soul, only his fated bride can bring him to peace. But who would have thought that a legendary being like him will fall for a perfectly flawed mess. An ordinary human girl~ A weird entomologist who had been stabbed in the back by those she had needed the most, lied by those she had loved the most. Sky, a perfectly broken mess. Join Sky on her alluring journey of romance where she will be thrown in the world full of Monsters of myth, ghosts and a King who

Then she lifted one pale hand and pointed upward. Freya followed her gaze. The mural on the library ceiling. Freya hadn't paid attention to it first, but now she looked at it properly. It depicted a woman standing tall above a crowd. Her hair flowed like wildfire, her arms raised, not in surrender, but in command. In one hand, she held a sword that burned with light. In the other, a crown of starlight. “Skýrana,” Chloe said quietly. “A myth. A legend. A warrior queen who rose from flame and led the forgotten bloodlines during the Age of Shattered Thrones. Some say she wasn’t just a woman, but a vessel of the gods.”

Freya’s POV I am Freya, and I stole my sister’s husband before gruesomely killing her. Wait! Before you judge me, please hear my story. The day I murdered my older sister started like any other day. I had quickly rushed to the hospital because I was feeling very sick that morning. I had never really believed in miracles before, but as I now sat staring at the doctor's results in my trembling hands, I realized that maybe miracles did exist. Because I was finally Pregnant.

Elias looked at her across the circle. She looked back. And then something happened inside her chest that was not gradual and was not subtle. Freya woke up. Not the tentative stirring of the last few weeks. Not the careful, managed warming of proximity to Elias. Something else entirely. Something that came from deeper than anything Liora had ever felt her wolf reach before — from the bottom of whatever she was, from the Fenrir blood her mother had passed down through forty years of silence and exile and one small entry in an old record book.

No one could tell how and why did he got here. They also heard that their was a witch living here who guarded Sachajir for escaping, her name was Freya. She's a very seductive and cunning witch among the witch families. She had a sister called Marie who fled to Earth and lived their as a normal person. She fell in love to a hunter named Victor. She kept her secrets to everyone even to Victor, she didn't want him to be rejected by him. Their love story was not like any other love stories to tell.

The heavy truth pressed down on me and made it hard to breathe. I had to protect her. I needed to. No matter the cost. Adrian I watched Freya out of the corner of my eye as she came back to the camp. Her face looked pale, her eyes empty as anything. She thought I didn’t know she had gone to the DNA testing center, but I had known for a while. She believed that Lily was her daughter. The baby she had lost years ago. I let out a long breath. I felt sorry for her, but also a growing frustration I couldn’t ignore. I had learned about Freya’s past while looking into her background some time ago. Four years back, her missing newborn had been listed as dead after two years of searching.

she responded, pointing out Bria's claws and the hair that covered a part of her face. "Her wolf was trying to fight through something, and her eyes are nearly pale. She's unconscious now but I'll see what I can do." Freya closed her eyes briefly and then placed her hands on Bria's limp body. What looked like golden wisps of smoke swirled from the point where she made contact with Bria's skin. Knowing there was nothing he could do at that moment, Alpha Gideon watched with what seemed to be a look of awe on his face as his eyes bounced from Freya's hands to her face.

Chapter 1: The Captive Queen The salty wind whipped through my long dark hair as the longship cut through the churning waves of the North Sea, its dragon-headed prow slicing the gray water like a blade through flesh. I, Freya of Wessex, once a proud shield-maiden and daughter of a fallen Saxon lord, now found myself bound in ropes of rough hemp, kneeling on the deck among other captives. The raid on our coastal village had been swift and merciless, the Northmen descending like wolves under the cover of storm clouds. My home burned behind us, but my spirit refused to break.