Liquid Freya Novels & Stories

Freya sat up and was as pale as a ghost, " Freya, are you okay? We're you hit?" Freya couldn't even blink properly, she just nodded and gestured for Sasha to pull over, Sasha looked in the mirror again and stopped the car " Is something wrong?" Freya just opened the car door and the next thing she was throwing up. Sasha didn't know what to do and could only pass her hand on Freya's back, as if comforting her. Freya returned to her position, now almost green, and looked at Sasha, speaking with panting breath, " Well for a woman you sure do like risk, let's go or you're going to end up killing me."

My heart ached. Even after my death, Kenneth still didn’t trust me. Someone had leaked the tragic state of my corpse in the hospital online, causing an uproar. The entire pack was in shock. Everyone whispered among themselves. Their most revered Alpha, Kenneth, had frozen his own Luna to death. In fact, it wasn't just in any season, but it was in the middle of the scorching summer. Everyone knew that the freezer had been faulty long ago. But how could a faulty freezer, left unused for years, still be capable of freezing a living, breathing Luna, who was a warrior with top-tier combat ability, to death?

Extending their divine consciousness would reveal that the space around Freya was severely distorted, with a four-colored membrane protecting her from the rift's pressure. Suddenly, the massive rock fell, kicking up a cloud of dust, and the spatial rift vanished. Freya was nowhere to be seen, having completely disappeared from Mythria. It appeared Freya was navigating a passage within the rift. She turned and twisted through the passage until she stopped trying to remember the path. With a faint smile, she decided to let things happen as they would. In a serene, rippling sea, a spatial rift opened, and Freya emerged from it. She was about to crash into the water, but the membrane surrounding

She left, closing the door behind her. Ezren sat on the edge of the bed and carefully lifted Freya’s head, supporting her neck as he pressed the small vial of detoxifying medicine to her lips. “Drink,” he murmured, tilting the vial. “This will help.” Freya’s eyes fluttered open momentarily, confusion clouding her hazel irises, but she obeyed, taking a small sip of the bitter liquid. She grimaced at the taste but didn’t fight him as he coaxed her to take another sip, and then another, until the vial was empty.

Soft promises whispered against skin. Freya pressed both hands against her head. It felt too real. Not visions. Not dreams. Memories. And that terrified her. Because the more she remembered Lealla, the less she understood herself. The chamber doors opened again. Freya didn’t look up this time. “Go away.” Elyra entered quietly carrying fresh bandages. “You’re bleeding again.” “I don’t care.” Elyra crouched beside her carefully. “Your body is struggling against the awakening.”

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...?

"Clearly, they acted together to bully me, and yet you stand there blind as a bat, seeing nothing! Have you not noticed the injuries all over me?" Freya's eyes burned with rage, but the moment she recalled Selena's cutting words, she forced every tear back. She would never cry in front of a man. She was the daughter of the Desert Hawk, born unlike any ordinary girl. Crying was simply not permitted. Yet, as she looked at Frederick, her heart simmered with resentment.

I may have accepted who and what I am but that didn’t mean I needed to like it. Not giving away any other information Freya stomped up the stairs only the moment her enlarged elongated fingers touched the handle, we were blown backwards. Digging her feet into the ground we came to a holt as a cloud of dust surrounded us. Freya muttered something under her breath but was too quiet for me to hear. Taking a deep breath, I watched as Freya launched herself back at the door only this time her hands disappeared. Our body began to heat as yellow electric ran up her arms before suddenly a blue dome appeared and disintegrated.

“I do not shape the law of the stars, Alpha. I only read them. If you would protect her, then you must prepare for what is coming.” I steadied myself, though my heart hammered against my ribs. “Tell us everything. Tell us about her… about why she’s tied to me.” The elder leaned back, the shadows of the hall deepening across his face. His voice lowered, ancient and grave. “Freya was once a priestess of the Moon Goddess. She turned against her when power tempted her, hungered for dominion beyond the veil of death. When she was cast down, her body was caged in a vessel of iron and bone, hidden where even gods would not tread. Her spirit was left to wander, feeding only on fragments of fear, whi

Freya told him the address which is fifteen minutes drive from the mine, her single bedroom cosy house. The silence intensified their breathing and Freya felt her throat dry, she took her water bottle from the bag and lifted it to drink but the water spilled on her dress because of speed breaker. She let out a silent curse and took the tissues which she always carried from her bag and wiped the water from her face and cleavage. While she’s cleaning herself she felt a heated gaze which mad her skin burn. She tried her best to not look at him but she couldn’t fight the urge. The urge which dragged her into the deepest oceans. One second she’s sitting on the back seat beside Lucas, the next sec