Merlin Freya Novels & Stories

In the early morning sun, Elaine could still see Andrew's grin as he left her in the shadows of the night. “You idiot,” The knight murmured, fingering the bright gold letters of the book, thinking she should have let him kiss her for what he’d done. Both so frustrating and yet the salvation of her people, “You wonderful idiot.” Elaine took a seat in the wooden chair, her hand opening the age-old book. Eyes scanned the countless names and gifts of fire, ice, and even wind. Some could speak into minds, and those who were so powerful they could bring down kingdoms or even end the 200’s year war.

I had overheard one of the guards who she told to guard me talk about her. Her name was Freya, and immediately I heard that my heart stopped beating instantly. It was as if my heart was being squeezed by an invisible hand. I couldn't believe the moon goddess could be this angry with me and pair me against someone so cruel. I don't know how to explain her attitude. I have heard a lot of stories about her being cruel, and it's nothing compared to what I heard. The experience I had with her was different. I have heard that she only cares about herself.

Loretta asked in surprise gaping at me. “I don't know! And how do we break her out of it?!” I asked deadpan. “Let her go from your mind, just forget about it,” she told me. As per her direction, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and let all my anger at Merona dissolve. Instantly she exhaled and stared wild eyes at me. Three pairs of eyes turned to me, “who are you, Freya?”

I know he is trying to give me some advice for my own good but I am really mad at him. “Really, Jerold? Now that nobody is around, you’ll talk to me? We’ve been together for 2 years now and you don’t want to call me your girlfriend-“ “This is why I hate your friend, Zara, she puts all this nonsense in your head, everything was perfect and then she meets you and gaslights you.”

I would endure this for her, I would endure anything for her. So I drank, and I suffered, and I prayed to the moon goddess that it would be enough to save the woman I loved. I tried to control the pain as I held on to Freya's hands, my claws digging into her soft skin. The witch's power was like a living thing, clawing at my insides, trying to tear me apart from the inside out. "Why is her power attacking me?" I asked through gritted teeth, my voice raw and hoarse. Sersia's glowing grey eyes met mine, ancient and knowing. "Freya has the rarest traits of the most powerful witch," she said. "Her power is reacting to the substance she consumed, causing it to lash out at you."

Her long lashes slowly peered open and only shot as soon as they came into contact with the light. She rubbed her eyes from the intense light of the bulb and adjusted her gaze to her surroundings. "Aurora?" I called to attain her attention, and when her gray orbs landed on me, they softened. "Freya?" She spoke, her voice gruffy and dry. "How are you?" "Are you okay?" I cupped her chin, and she let her lips spread in a tight, weak smile. "Where are we?" What happened?" Her voice was clearer this time, less dry and grumpy, as her eyes swept across the room.

Lust stirred under the stirrups of Wotan’s faded blue trousers, and he grinned at his wild wife. “Free, a drink for your parched ember, from your golden lap,” Wotan winked. Freida grinned, her strawberry blonde hair, peach skin, and freckles aglow as her eyes glowed like copper. “Not my lap – my sword.” Freida, Warrior Mother of the pantheons of the Northern Holds and land of midnight sun, took her blade – shaped like a longsword – it’s opal flesh shining like moonlight out of its gold and ruby hilt, and pressed the tip of razors and ravens claws gently into her grizzled grey harreled hoary husband’s lip, drawing blood.

And as Morrigan walks near Frey the air in the room suddenly turned cold. Morrigan stood in front of Frey at a safe distance, pulled the ribbon that is tying her hair, and let the braids unravel themselves, letting her hair fall like water finally able to come back the stream to live. Frey shivered as a cold breeze touches her skin as she take a better look at the young lady standing tall in front of her. Her back is straight, her elbows folded in perfection as she plays with the ring on her thumb as her hands rest in the middle of her torso. Morrigan gave her a soft smile. "You are right. I am from Hymir, and that I am from a powerful family. My family's name could be heard everywhere in ou

The flecks of silver and gold looked oddly similar to the spattering of freckles across her dark skin, right above her perfectly sculpted cheekbones. The thick braids that flowed down her back and shoulders were stark white. Every other braid had a silver cuff wrapped around it, and each one shimmered merrily as they caught the moonlight that filtered down on us. Something about this woman called to me. Judging from the distant howling of my wolf, her otherworldly song filling my mind, Rayna could feel the pull as well. When I was finally able to speak, it wasn’t to apologize for gawking.

“You’re an omega, after all. No one with any sense will want a filthy Omega.” Omega. He spat the word like an insult, but I couldn’t even understand or care about what he was saying. I just wanted out! “Release me immediately.” I gritted my teeth. “You can’t do this.” “It’s already done.” My nails dug into my palms. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening. I wasn’t a bloody omega or whatever. I wasn’t some property to be sold. I was Freya Vaughn. And I would destroy every single person who thought they could take away my freedom.