Novel & Cerita Freyja Lothbrok

FREYA. The cold splash of liquid on my skin jolted me up from sleep, pushing me to wake up immediately. My eyes were met with the head maiden's furious glare. Tightening her fists to the empty bucket, she yelled at me. “What the hell are you doing lazing around? Get the hell up, you lowly maid!”

“Our Lord isn’t as cheerful as the rest of the leaders. He was really against any of his children even coming here. He fears they may lack food.” Though she nodded her head in understanding, her eyes did not peel themselves off Freya’s body. “So we have a good chance of capturing the flag?” Ayra asked. Freya’s skin pricked with the stare from Alana. Never had she ever been thrown into a situation where she could not speak due to the effects of a pair of eyes. She was the princess of Thaymor, the land of the elves, known for her promiscuity and charisma. This was utterly new.

I don't want something like that to happen. After what seemed like hours but was only a few minutes, Freya walked out of the house they had both walked into, and she walked up to me with a smirk on her face. "I will continue from where I stopped," I heard her say, and I felt my body freeze with shock, not knowing what to do. Freya collected the sword from the guard. I knew that there was no way I was cheating death this time, and with that, I closed my eyes, waiting impatiently for her to kill me.

The gardener had been watching her wondering who this pretty little faery was stealing his fruit she was very beautiful and he could not tear his eyes away from her but he had no idea who she was ‘Where the hell had she come from and why was she stealing his fruit? He thought scratching his head he could see the poor thing was hungry, the strawberries disappeared fast followed by the raspberries and as he watched she licked her fingers and his dick twitched it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Lissa enjoyed the fruit or thought she had, even the sharp tangy red and blackcurrants had been tasty but unbeknown to her some of the currant bushes had been sprayed with an insecticide to get r

"Well, I think you're ready." She stood up and looked at herself in the full-sized mirror. She was wearing a white halter-top dress with a plunging neckline, emphasizing her breast. Her long black straight hair had no ornaments, but it was soft like a prairie grass that danced in a summer wind. It gives contrast to her blue eyes and pinkish small face. "You're breathtaking, my love. Those men will kneel with your beauty." Her mother complimented her. The youngest daughter of King Lucius and Queen Martina had not been seen by everyone. Unlike her two older sisters, Princess Natalia rarely attended parties. She was seen by the Etholians but not by the other clans.

Frya is a rare werewolf, legendarily named the Wild Beast and she learned of her real nature years after she lost all her family, save one brother, in the Great Battle, inspired by the Sisterhood. Now tinted with the mark of revenge, Riyin, alongside his best friend, Frya, embark on the quest to find the Sisterhood, a coven of the most powerful witches, the Violet Witch included, and avenging his family's death. Through fights, hunger, and many brushes with death, they finally find the Sisterhood, but they are not ready for what they meet.

She screamed with anger. "Who are you? What you want?". Goddess asked in a dominant tone. " I am the witch of Dark Mountain. I want to avenge King Ferguson. He cheated on me. I will not let his family live a peaceful life". She flared with anger. "But you have killed many innocent souls in thirst of your revenge. They all are innocents. King Ferguson had died long back. His only son already cursed and suffered because of you. Now you are targeting against your own son". Goddess retorted back.

I thought Kaen or the war would be the thing to crush me… but this is it; this is going to make me go on a rampage. “NEIN!” Freyja’s shrill cry cuts through my sorrow, and it doubles when she wretches her sister out of my arms. Her sobs shatter my heart anew, and her howls of anguish break me in two until Andreas wraps his arms around her. Their shared sadness is amplified since they’re mates, but everyone loved Frigga… I can tell by the sadness coursing through the pack link.

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.