Merlin Freya Novels & Stories

“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

Merilyn’s gaze lifted slowly back to Freya. “And you,” she said coldly, “used a servant to pry into my man’s affairs, then paraded that knowledge here like a weapon.” Freya opened her mouth then closed it. Her confidence was gone. Completely stripped. “I didn’t force her,” Freya said weakly. “She talked willingly.” Merilyn smiled. It was not a pleasant smile. “Willingly?” she echoed. “A servant speaks willingly only when she believes it will benefit her, or save her. So tell me, what was the exchange?” Her voice sharpened. “Money? Jewelry? Or something that shouldn’t be revealed?”

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."

She summoned her sharpest sword, used to eliminate many enemies at one time, killing anyone who dared to come in her way. “Fifth Roar- Jinxed Ice.” Freya used the same ice version of Persephone’s attack, glancing at her. “You sure love doing my opposite, don’t you?” Persephone said, slitting her enemy’s throat smoothly, looking at Freya. “I could ask you the same. Ice is much calmer than fire.” She smirked, teasing her as their personalities were like their magic too. Freya was solid like ice while Perspehone was fiery like fire.

"I'm not just planning to banish her; I'd kill that bitch, so you'd have her throne after your father dies." “You'll kill her for me? Even after all she's been through for you?” He laughed icily. “Hmph, you're so kind to her, but she isn't worth it. Freya is too fat, too plain. Too pathetic to be my Luna. She is a tool and will be used as one.” Each word was like hot iron pressed to my heart. Yet he dished them out without mercy. "What if she notices we've been lovers?" Lilith muffled, feigning concern. "Won't she cause trouble?"

“What the hell...” “She’s integrating,” Miriam said through gritted teeth, fighting to hold her magic steady. “Something broken inside her, she’s forcing it back together.” Silver light started leaking from Freya’s skin. Soft at first. Then brighter. Hotter. The goddess power. Catherine’s voice shook. “Is it taking her over?” “No.” Miriam shook her head. “This is acceptance. She’s taking back a piece she buried.” Freya jerked again. Tears slipped out from under her lashes.

“I just… I can’t.” Ruby hesitated. Then sighed softly. “I’ll run more tests,” she said carefully. “But you need to rest.” I shook my head. “I don’t need rest,” I whispered. “I need this gone.” Freya’s world had already been taken from her. And now… Even her body no longer belonged to her.

The first hag spoke. Freya became speechless. Now, she had to think fast. “Freya, you've got no choice. You've got to go.” her wolf advised her. Freya sighed again and looked back at them. There was obviously no choice, so the only thing she could do was to summon courage and hope that she would be lucky enough to get the eyes and come back here. “Alright, I'm ready.” Freya gave in. “Good. Because of the water you used to rinse your face, you will be able to spot the eyes wherever they are, so be vigilant and keep your eyes peeled.”