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.

she exclaimed. “If I'll never guess then there is no point in me guessing is there?” I sighed and placed my laptop bag down at the side. “I had a visit from mother earlier and she wanted to know if we were interested in going to the Thorns charity event next Saturday!” The Thorns are well known for their status and money. 20 years ago, Richard and Lesley Thorn invested in setting up a local apple orchard and cidery and opened Thorn cider. Before long they had expanded across the country. Their brand quickly hit shelves across all supermarkets and stores in the UK. Although their wealth has grown, the family stayed local and chose to run the local site as opposed to moving away. Their childre

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.

This swine told you that? "She's definitely delusional." "I would never send her to a horrid place like the isle of thorns." She snickered. "She's right your majesty, my mom would never do that, she's the nicest being on earth, with a heart of gold." Amelia said in her mother's defense. Her face had turned pale when she saw me in Derrick's arms. "Our queen is a wonderful person your majesty." "Gwen is a known liar, our queen would never send her on such a dangerous quest." Morgana who had been static all along chipped in. "I read minds too." Derrick reminded them. They all turned pale with fear. "Consider this a warning, don't touch a hair on Gwen's head." He warned the flustered wolves.

“Its sole existence is an insult to our land. Even so, it dirtied our sacred forest and took the life of two of Mother Jörð’s children. Do you think that is not doing us harm?” I was hoping for her not to notice the eichhorns I gave to Cedric’s men. It seems she saw everything. “I let him have the eichhorns, he seemed really hungry so I gave them to him. You should punish me instead.” “Oh? Are you sure about that?” Mother Lelyah stopped and finally looked at me. Her expression is as calm and frightening as I remember. “Let us walk back together. It appears I must teach you a few things.”

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.

"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