Freyr Norse Mythology Novels & Stories

I had overheard one of the guards who she told to guard me talk about her. Her name was Freya, and immediately I heard that my heart stopped beating instantly. It was as if my heart was being squeezed by an invisible hand. I couldn't believe the moon goddess could be this angry with me and pair me against someone so cruel. I don't know how to explain her attitude. I have heard a lot of stories about her being cruel, and it's nothing compared to what I heard. The experience I had with her was different. I have heard that she only cares about herself.

“Your kind is familiar with runes, right?” “Of course,” Owen answers for both of us. I slept through that class in school. “The spell on the queen uses runes from Tyr’s aett; you’re familiar with Tyr?” Jonah pauses to check. “The Norse god of war. He sacrificed his arm to trap Fenrir,” Owen says. “That,” I agreed quietly. “Well, Tyr’s aett is all over her.” Jonah points his finger at Owen. “And you are bound with etheric chains.” Owen shakes his head. “I’m unfamiliar with the term.”

Hoder then put Odin's hand on his statue and it received the breath of life. Then the happy Hoder invited all the Aesir to Idovall, the great central plain of Asgard. But great were the astonishment and disappointment of the gods when Hoder introduced the new Baldur. Several Aesir spoke of affront and disrespect to Baldur's memory, because the new Baldur was hideous and hunchbacked. Frigg and Odin's hearts were further hurt, and the latter condemned Hoder to exile, by promising him that his next born brother would come to claim justice for Baldur. However, Mimir the "god of remembrance", Vidar the "god of revenge", Bragi the "god of poetry and the arts" and Thor the "god of lightning and war

“It is believed that the artifact that Fenrir is looking for is worth about $3.8 million.” “Weppy, Fenrir isn’t here looking for money, or things that can get him money. What is he looking for?” “Fenrir is looking to return all the Norse gods' lost artifacts. He believes that Freyja’s Necklace is here. He has already retrieved Odin’s spear and ring, and Heimdall’s Horn. If he finds out you’ve been awakened and are mated, it’s going to cause big problems.” “Like what Weppy?” I ask, hoping against all hope Wepwawet doesn’t say War of the Patheon.

"Damon, I love you." He pulls away like my touch burns. My heart splinters. "Duty surpasses love, Freya." My world stops. Watching him walk away, I sob alone in the garden, surrounded by the roses that suddenly seem to mock me with their perfect blooms. “MoonGoddes please send me my wolf” I mutter the silent prayer to myself. ******** Now the compound brims with guests here to witness their next Alpha's union. Lanterns cast a warm glow over the gathering, the scent of ceremonial herbs burning in copper bowls mixing with the evening air.

Kyro keeps his silence for a long moment, and my words slip without my knowledge. "You follow her because it isn't survival you seek; it's death," I breathe, his evil eyes burning through mine. I'm not intimidated by it, as I bore my gaze through his with equal determination. "Who/what is she?" Kyro pauses, keeping his silence as his gaze impairs mine, searching for something, but I don't know what? "Freya is a Fae… wielding two elements," a suffocating air of shock hangs over us. What the fuck shit...?

she said. “Isn’t it Caesar?” Maya asked. Dorothy shook her head. “It’s probably someone else,” she said. Right then, Freya’s voice could be heard. “I summon upon the power of limitless skies, the origin of all spells, the ends of the galaxy, the karmic cycle of Yin and Yang, death and life, and the edict of the Dragon God!” Freya then cut herself on the palm. Using her blood, she drew a spell formation.

But the words the Fairy King spoke shortly after the 4th elder had spoken, caused their blood to run cold. “Also, you would do well to remember that he isn’t just related to the Allfather. He is of direct descent: Grandson to the Thunder God Thor, and Great Grandson to the Allfather Odin. His father, Ray, is the son of The Olympian King, Zeus, and is rumored to be capable of matching the Thunder God in one on one combat. Tell me, which of you is willing to trade your lives for your petty pride?”

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!”

It wasn’t mine, and I should lay a finger on it, but it was its buzzing, coupled with the sun light on my face, that woke me up, so, I thought I was duty bound to check out on it. I clicked the side buttons, and thus came the phone to wake, displaying a text on the screen. The name on the screen was Dad’s, but the words seemed so strange. “Good day, Lord Jax. Now you have Freya, I expect you remit more money. She is worthy enough to be your sex slave, and if only I am not able to pay up my debt, then, you must have her pussy as the bait, and she would serve you pretty well in bed, as she had been groomed on that.”