Freyja Lothbrok Novels & Stories

But no matter what she did, his gaze always drifted back to Freya, standing across the room with her ethereal grace. "Why her?" Jessica whispered under her breath, bitterness coating her words. She thought of how Freya had smiled, seemingly oblivious to the turmoil she caused. It infuriated Jessica that someone so unworthy could effortlessly captivate Rafe. Freya Hadid, the girl who shouldn't belong, had somehow become the center of Rafe's world. Jealousy surged within her like a tidal wave. She had tried everything, yet it was never enough. Freya, with her delicate beauty and mysterious allure, had managed to snare the Alpha king's heart without even trying. Jessica felt the sting of reject

Lust stirred under the stirrups of Wotan’s faded blue trousers, and he grinned at his wild wife. “Free, a drink for your parched ember, from your golden lap,” Wotan winked. Freida grinned, her strawberry blonde hair, peach skin, and freckles aglow as her eyes glowed like copper. “Not my lap – my sword.” Freida, Warrior Mother of the pantheons of the Northern Holds and land of midnight sun, took her blade – shaped like a longsword – it’s opal flesh shining like moonlight out of its gold and ruby hilt, and pressed the tip of razors and ravens claws gently into her grizzled grey harreled hoary husband’s lip, drawing blood.

Freya winced every few steps her mark bleeding again, slowly this time, like it was mourning. Then a voice echoed around us. “You came.” It was smooth, layered, and full of time. And then she stepped out. Liora. Her hair was longer than Freya’s, streaked with vines and silver light. Her eyes glowed like moons. She wore a cloak made of ivy and old feathers, and the moment I saw her, I felt the weight of her power press down on me like gravity. Freya didn’t move. “Why?” she asked. “Why did you curse me?”

She was trying desperately to mend the situation. “She is not Freya! She can never be Freya!” Clinton interrupted. His voice was thick with emotion. “Freja is timid and introverted, the kind who prefers to stay in the shadows. But Freya…. uhmm....” His voice softened, “Freya was vibrant, self-assured, and effortlessly commanded any room she entered.”

That day, she lost her parents at the hands of the pack's ruling family. Freya is the Alpha Princess whose parents were murdered seventeen years ago. She is the little girl who ran for her life after witnessing her parents die. She ran into the woods, having nowhere else to go, and ended up as a rogue. Freya has been living as a secret assassin for seventeen years, carrying out missions for people just so she can survive, and she has promised to avenge her parents' deaths at any time so she can reclaim her throne. She is now on a mission to eliminate the Alpha King of the Oasis Pack. Alpha Arthur is the son of the couple who murdered her parents, and now is her chance to exact revenge. She w

“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.”

Iris' brows fused as she frowned in confusion, "But Freya is dead. Hasn't she been dead for almost a thousand years? Dom said she was a human, no human could live this long. Lily, what type of joke-" Lily interrupted her, anticipating the anguished reaction, "Listen to me Iris, quietly! Freya was a human, yes! But she did not just die. After that war, Freya was the easiest target for anyone seeking revenge on Dom or any of us. Some such revenge-seeking humans managed to lure her and kidnap her. When Dom found out, he shook the Earth and skies to find her but it felt like the ground had swallowed her, she had vanished without a trace.

Too much pressure to be someone I wasn’t. So I slipped out. Liora had already wandered off with a charming brute of a warrior from the Bluefangs—good for her. Aunt Ysara was busy fake-laughing with a high-ranking Elder’s mate. Nobody noticed when I slipped into the woods, heels in hand, flask in my grip, the cold earth soothing under my bare feet. ~~

She had to be careful, watching her steps to avoid colliding with anyone. Seated at one of the tables she was serving were Lagertha, her son Björn, Torvi, Athelstan, Floki, Helga, the King of Norway, his brother, and several others she couldn't recognize. On the opposite table were the Lothbrok brothers, accompanied by Torvi's son, which Sophie tried her best to avoid, leaving Margrethe to attend to them as she focused on Lagertha's table.

I inquired, turning my face to General Rhodes. “I have a report to make regarding that, my alpha.” General Rhodes replied to me. My face wrinkled as I leaned forward on my chair. “It’s about Freya. The daughter of the traitor.” He continued, and I fell even deeper into a pool of confusion. “And how does the training have anything to do with her?” I asked him, flipping my hands and gently hitting them on my laps. “Alpha Victor. Freya is a curse to this land. Her presence alone is a thorn in our flesh, not to talk of how she is influencing the young wolves to question the pack's rules.” General Rhodes' voice came out sharp and the hall was instantly filled with murmurs.