Merlin Freya Novels & Stories

The fact that she didn't know how to control it was what even made her more dangerous. Freya was a creature of myth and magic, a rare hybrid of witch and werewolf who tapped directly from the Moon Mother's magic, a Totemic Shifter, the likes of which were whispered of in hushed tones but never truly documented. Her existence was shrouded in mystery, a secret held close by the ancient forests and the whispers of the wind. The most daring of legends would speak of her kind in hushed tones, their tales laced with fear and reverence, but none dared to commit her story to parchment, for fear of unleashing her potent magic upon the world.

As we entered her cottage, she turned to look at us and smiled wistfully, as if she already knew what had happened. As I stood there, trembling with fear and uncertainty, Seer Freya approached us. She took one look at Melina and I could see the concern etched on her face. She placed her hand on Melina's forehead and closed her eyes as if searching for something. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for Seer Freya's verdict. Finally, she opened her eyes and turned to face us. "Melina is a descendant of the moon goddess," she said in a calm voice. "The blue light was meant to protect her from any danger that might arise from anywhere."

Seraphine wanted to be the Luna Queen of the White Moon's Pack, and she knew that as long as Freya was in the picture, her chances would be slim. Freya, unaware of Seraphine's true intentions, faced her opponent with a mix of confusion and determination. Her lost memories had left her disoriented, unsure of her place in the ongoing conflict. Nevertheless, she fought with a fierce resolve, drawing upon her innate strength and skills as a warrior.

She frowns at him and tries to ask with her eyes if he is all right, but he just gives her a small smile meant to encourage her to act like he isn’t there. This is her moment, there must not be any distractions. “What is Freya the Goddess of?” she asks. “She is the Goddess of fertility and life, so it is only fitting that her blessing be what welcomes our spirit into this world. This is why I have questioned your aura test in the past, no one has ever turned up with no ancestral power, we are all children of Geri and Freki, no matter how much our blood has mingled, it has all come from the same source.”

Before Alejandro can speak…I open my mouth to talk. “I am Fiona.” I reply and she smiles at me. I am Freya. She replies and I gasp. Freya is the name given to someone who is a destined speaker for the gods. No one can take the name Freya except she bears the mark of the dark wolf. I cannot believe that I am standing in front of her right now. It is absolutely unbelievable and shocking all at the same time. I don’t know what to say next and she slowly smiles at me.

Lysandra’s laughter filled the chamber, “Your denials won’t save you, Freya. We have evidence.” Freya’s voice turned sharp, “Evidence? Or manufactured lies?” Lysandra’s gaze held an icy edge, “Constantine herself declared me as her heir. It’s time you accept that.” Freya’s retort was swift, “Constantine’s trust is not a testament to your worthiness.” Lysandra’s voice was laced with certainty, “It’s all the testament I need.” Freya’s eyes bore into Lysandra’s, unyielding, “You can parade around as the ultimate sorcerer all you want, but I won’t recognize you as such.”

“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

“You said powers. Do you know what powers? I am faster than any wolf or lycan I have come across already. Athena can sense when our creature counterpart is distressed. We are getting stronger by the day.” “This, my child, is a good question, but not one I can answer for you. See Freya was the goddess that was associated with love, beauty, fertility, sex, war, gold and the sight of a seer. I haven’t researched into her too much as Selene, our new moon goddess, warned me that I wasn’t allowed. Your fate has been written. You have two paths you can take and only you can decide which one is correct. You are the one that has to do this. I have many books here in my library, but so does Darius, an

Does Ciara have this same aura? Freya smirks before answering my mother’s questions, “I am Freya Rose Nordin of the Northern Isles Pack. I am the daughter of Former Alpha King Erik Iver Nordin and Queen Mother Helen Andora Nordin.” She spoke proudly. “This doesn’t make any sense. Hazel said she was just some she-wolf from her old pack. Some No-name whore!” My Mother looked like she was about to collapse from the pressure of Freya’s aura. I look around the room and notice that everyone is in some sort of pain except for me.

She looked shocked, with unbelief and helpless at whatever she was seeing. "What is going on?" I questioned. "I don't know." Julius replied. "Freya." She all of a sudden said and that sort of made me question what she was talking about, but it seemed as though Julius knew what she was talking about. I noticed Cassandra's eyes scan the room and knew she was back. "Who's Freya?" "Freya isn't the name of a person at least not the one you're talking about. You're a Freya Cassandra. A prophetess and a magic manipulator. You're a Freya."