Liquid Freya Novels & Stories

So we just stand there and wait for Freya, when the silver veins look to almost be vanishing, Freya raises the bowl and she breaks it on the floor, it releases an energy so big that it pushes us to the ground. By the time we get up, the torches have gone off, all the silver veins have disappeared and Freya is laying on the ground. Leo rushes to her and we follow behind him. He puts her head on his legs. “Freya! Freya wake up.” He shakes her but there's no movement. “Freya, if this is a joke you better stop it, open your eyes.” Leo shouts and the fear in his voice is clear, he's not even trying to hide it.

Taking the space in between, I extended both my arms to reach out for Freya. “Can I?” With a graceful smile, she tardily and delicately passed Freya to me. “Freya is such a very good girl. She rarely cries, but when she does, she makes sure to make it as loud as she can; almost breaking my eardrums,” she laughed. “Thank you, Lydia,” I chuckled. Silence filled us both. However, it didn’t last long when Lydia cleared her throat. “I know I’m only an Omega. But we have already built a casual relationship, haven’t we? I mean we’ve already talked—”

Freya tumbled around a lot in her sleep, her body kept jerking away in the fright, and sweat beaded on her forehead as her hands gripped the blanket around her so tightly, But in an instant she stilled, her eyes opened sharply as she rose to a seating position, her gaze went to The moon that shied in her room, her eyes glowed purple hue like she was enchanted by the moon, as it called to her Freya got up from the bed in her sheer nightgown and went to the low window, she opened it and stepped out into the night The doctor's cabin was located in a private site that had only trees and water for miles away so he had no neighbors that could see what was happening She walked to the shallow shore

ordering everyone present to start moving, including the Swamplands men. No one argues, and the wagons pull away seconds later. Elara and the two High Priestesses ride on the wagon’s seats in front of us. “Who came to you in the visions?” Freyja asks. “There were four of them,” Lyra explains, her voice still hoarse. “Three men and one woman, standing in a circle holding hands.” Despite the bumpy ride, Elara begins mixing some vials of liquid, handing the bright green result to me. “Have her drink this in one gulp.”

The beast snarled, preparing to leap—and Freya felt something inside her snap open. Cold. It poured from her veins like liquid silver, her breath crystallizing in the air. The energy of defense and kill equipped her in seconds. And as her eyes snapped open, the fire sputtered mid-flight. With a sharp gesture one she hadn’t known she could make—Freya flung her hand toward the sky. A spiral of ice burst forth, engulfing the dragon's flame, freezing it into delicate fractals mid-air. The dragon reared back with a guttural cry, smoke curling from its frost-bitten mouth, then… it vanished into the clouds.

Freya answered, pausing a for a split-second. "Exactly," the man continued, his gaze still locked onto her. "My friend, Rafel, seems to believe you're from the group that this substance affects." Before he could say more, Rafel intervened, grabbing the bottle of wolfsbane and carelessly spilling it onto Freya's hand. To Freya's surprise, it had no effect on her, feeling like nothing more than water. Recognizing his mistake, Rafel quickly wiped the liquid off with a repellent.

Silas POV Once the wizard snaps his finger something strange happens to Freya… Her eyes roll into the back of her head and she stubbles over. “Freya!” I pull away from Adam rushing to catch her before she hits the group falling down in the process because my muscles are still too weak. I shake her still body over and over again opening her eyes much she doesn’t wake up. Luckily her heart is still beating but only barely. “Don’t worry she’s still alive just locked up in a subconscious prison.” Elena explains shrugging her shoulders. I turn to face her now growling and overwhelmed by anger. Fuck everything and the possible fact that she might not be in control of her actions…I’m going to tear

The kitchen was a sterile monument to Richard’s wealth—gleaming white marble countertops, stainless steel appliances that looked like they belonged in a surgical ward, and vast, dark windows that reflected the ghost of my own exhaustion. I moved to the refrigerator, the digital display glowing a faint, icy blue in the dark. I grabbed a glass from the cupboard, filled it with crushed ice, and let the filtered water run over it. The sharp, mechanical hum of the fridge was the only sound in the room. I pressed the cold glass against my forehead, closing my eyes, willing my heart rate to decelerate. "Careful, Captain. You look like you’re about to explode." My eyes snapped open. The glass nearly

They were oblivious to the looming storm that Lyra and her supernatural allies had come to expose. "Remember, we must stay together," whispered Elara, the fae enchantress from the hidden realms, her lilac eyes reflecting the glimmering chandeliers above. She adjusted the silken fabric of her gown, which seemed to shift colors with each subtle movement, casting an ethereal glow upon her delicate features. "Of course," Lyra murmured, gripping her allies' hands tightly. "We need each other now more than ever."

“What brought you here? I'm very sure you didn’t come all this way just to taunt my maid.” She tilted her head, a coy smile tugging at her lips. “I’m here because I miss you, my love.” “Freya.” My voice hardened, though I kept my expression neutral. “You miss me, fine. I’m flattered. But say what you really came for.” Her smile faded slightly as her fingers drummed on the armrest. “Well, like you instructed, I've been managing one of Astrald’s subsidiaries,” she began in a more serious tone. “A smaller arm in the Southern quadrant. But recently, something strange is happening.”