Liquid Freya Novels & Stories

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.”

She heard Aiden in her head, and looked up, her eyes scanning the hall. She wondered if she should greet, but then decided against it. They didn't deserve her greeting. “I am Freya, as most of you know. I am a hybrid. Not a werewolf of course. I am sure of that-glad I didn't get that gene though.” Freya started. “No offense mom.” She said, giving Sheila a side glance. Sheila shrugged. She understood her daughter's anger against the pack.

Freya looked at him quietly. “...Yeah. I’m leaving.” Rodney was frustrated when he said it. He had been waiting for her for so long, yet when she appeared, he promised Sarah that he would go over. “Tsk. President Snow, you’re really blinded by love.” Freya admired. “In order to accompany Sarah, you don’t even care about your own company. If you don’t work hard, I might collaborate with SE Group in the next few days. Not to mention, I have a newly developed essence in my hand. The effects are really good, and the raw materials aren’t expensive. President Hatch wants it very badly.”

A shiver ran down my spine and I’m not certain it was a bad one. “Freya.” I replied straightening my spine. “Mmm… What a powerful name, Freya.” He said with small moan. My body full blown betrayed me and instantly butterflies began dancing in my stomach. “I’m sorry we met under these circumstances, Freya. I can’t fully explain it but I feel drawn to you. Did you put a summoning spell on me?” He asks. “I don’t use summoning spells.” I scoff, rolling my eyes. ”They’re timing is unpredictable and I’d prefer not to have a random monster show up while I’m in my apartment. Although somehow you’ve found me anyway?”

"We need to stabilize her, and fast." Together, we piled blankets on top of Freya's trembling form, trying to ward off the chill that seemed to have seeped into her very bones. I held her hand, whispering soothing words of love and reassurance, while Connor prepared a tea of valerian root and chamomile, herbs known for their calming properties. But despite our best efforts, Freya's condition only seemed to worsen. Her breathing grew more labored, her skin taking on a sickly grayish hue.

Just profiles, brief descriptions, and the occasional meeting if the conversation went well. I scrolled through a few profiles without much interest. Most of them were from nearby towns or travelers passing through. Then one profile caught my attention. No face picture. Just a photo taken from behind—a man sitting on a balcony somewhere snowy, a glass in his hand. Dark coat. Broad shoulders. The image had been taken carefully. The username read - NorthBound. His description was short. Someone who preferred quiet conversations. Books. Hiking. I leaned back against the headboard, staring at the screen for a moment before tapping the match button.

Four of us were redeployed to Doun from the camp so we hired a car that took us there. We had passed by two streams, four villages, three forests, and three rivers away from the camp when we came across a very beautiful lady who appeared to be dressed as a corper. She introduced herself as Lyda. She begged for a lift, explaining to us that the driver that had taken her dropped her off saying he couldn't go any further. After revealing that she also going to Doun Village, we accommodated her. Among us was Tade, Ugo who were males, and then Tema who was to be my nurse at the clinic. Lyda was invited to sit with the guys but she chose to sit with me instead.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

I almost landed on my butt, as I lost my balance. “LET ME GO!” I demanded. The grip loosened. “ As you demand of me princess, but before you proceed, think of the children behind you.” It was Jamira. I turned to face her. I could feel tears flowing down my cheeks, but when I put my finger to the liquid, all I saw was red. “I AM THINKING OF THE CHILDREN! YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT SHE HAS DONE!” The liquid flows faster now. “ Oh Layla…” Jamira’s face was sad. She looked like she felt sorrow for me. Theodore slowly stood up.

Freya felt so angry deep within her because it only seemed like the ferry man wasn't listening to understand what she was saying, or probably because he didn't care, anyways. Rather than saying anything, she focused her all on the larva. “Freya, you can do this.” She said to herself while looking at the larva. And just then, one part of it bubbled and bursted up, causing some of the larva to rise up and fall back into the rest, but Freya felt the heat. “Do not look at the heat, Freya. See it as a simulator and get your legs down there without minding anything. We have a goal to achieve.” Freya's wolf voiced from within her.