Freyja Lothbrok Novels & Stories

“Dorian—” “I will rather die than love someone like you again, Octavia.” With that I storm away, ignoring her screaming my name. ******* FREYA'S POV I struggle to keep my eyes open just as I feel weakness spread throughout my body. No, i can't let go yet. Not like this. I still have unfinished business. The iron bars creaks open and I don't bother raising my head to know who it is. Footsteps stops beside the table where I slain, strapped with leather straps that bite into my skin.

I blinked to try and clear my vision, my gaze started at the hands on my forearms and followed the trace of their arm up to their shoulder and up to their face. “Dan,” I exclaimed. His face was filled with anger. His grip tightened on my arms as he pulled me into him. “You’re mine,” he growled. I tried to pull free, but his grip was too strong. I looked over my shoulder to see Dominic coming towards us. “Let her go!” His voice was stern, angry and protective. Dan threw me to one side and squared up to Dominic. “She’ll never love you. She will always be mine.” Dan snapped.

Freya's POV My abilities were tested, from my courage down to my integrity. As the Beta’s daughter with no wolf, i had always been forced to prove myself in other ways. Now… I had no name, no pack, no identity. Only survival. “Get this done and stop the sluggish movement.” The owner of the bakery, Mr. Hale, didn’t bother to look at me as he barked the order. His voice cut through the early morning noise of clanging trays and boiling pots.

"Get her out of my sight. She means nothing to me. The pain was unbearable. My hand squeezed against my chest, my knees threatening to betray me, but I held onto Jenny. We held each other's gaze for a while, and then Brayden tilted his head with indifference, almost like he was daring me to challenge him. "I, Freya of the East End pack, accept your..." My stomach lurched as blood slurped from my lips. Faint whimper from my wolf howling inside me. Brayden was unmoved, his jaw hardened with his hands inside his pockets.

"You will not lay a paw on him. Not while I draw breath." The villains turned their attention toward me, their expressions shifting from smug confidence to trepidation. "And who do we have here? Another fool willing to die for this alpha?" I stood tall, my gaze locked with theirs. "I am Freya, and I am here to protect what I hold dear. No darkness shall prevail as long as I stand." With a flick of my paw, tendrils of dark magic swirled around me, intertwining with the raw energy coursing through my body. I lunged at the first villain, my movements fluid and precise, a dance of power and grace.

Simon's alleged mate; Morgana. I wondered where she had come from . "Help!." I cried pushing my hands out to both of them . They both laughed. It dawned on me, Amelia had tricked me. Morgana belonged to the winter light pack. They controlled the weather , as well as snow . They all had white hairs like Morgana's. The fragile ice was no accident. Morgana had placed me here intentionally. Lifting her two fingers, she whispered something inaudible into her hands and pointed them at the freezing water. The water grew three times chillier than it already was. "Please!." I cried, stretching my hands towards them.

Her pack and the elders in it were always difficult to please. Rain quietly entered the mead hall. This time, she's not in her priestess suit. Instead, she's clothed in algae green embroidered long Viking tunic and a faur fox collar wool cloak on top of it. At first glance, anyone who would look at her would have an impression that she's just one of those random Viking women who's easy to prey on. Rain feels all eyes turned to her. Yet she didn't mind their glarings. She sitted quietly in the corner and ordered some drinks.

First Lesson ***** Morning came fast. Freya did not stay inside. She stood alone near the training grounds holding her mothers sword. The sword rested quietly inside her hand while her mind continued replaying Alpha Kaels words from last night. I will help you unlock your powers. She lowered her eyes toward the golden blade. Power. Everybody kept talking about power. The witch. Her wolf. The strangers. Blood Crown. Even Alpha Kael. But nobody truly understood how tired she was. People only saw strength when it finally appeared.

Valor looked up at his helper's face again, before asking, "What's your name?" The Fae woman paused and stared at him for a moment, "Freya." "And how old are you, Freya?" Valor asked, the name rolling off his tongue. "I'm in my 2nd age. Our lives are so long we do not bother with years like you mortals." Freya muttered, scrubbing his leg harder. Valor thought for a moment, "how long is an age? In years if you don't mind." Freya paused, glaring at him, "an age is 100 years. Being in my 2nd age means that I am between 100 and 200 years since birth."

"But say, what do you make of that silent one two cots over? Rudesby hasn't cracked a grin the whole cursed week I've been stuck here." I followed his discreet nod to the opposite bed partly obscured by privacy screens. Shock jolted me fully alert at the sight of familiar fiery braids spilling over a slender figure dressed in plain undyed linen. The last I'd heard of Frost's sister, she rode off seeking deadly vengeance and had not returned. "Lady Freya?" I rasped, half rising instinctively before catching myself. "She's...the Commander's youngest sibling, is she not?" Brennan huffed. "Aye, returned recently, more than half dead from some fool crusade by all accounts. He's kept her isolated