Merlin Freya Novels & Stories

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.

She is paying me to vanish so her son can marry a high-ranking alpha female without the embarrassment of a broken omega hanging around his Citadel. Lady Serilda reaches out, her cold hand patting my uninjured left shoulder with terrifying, fake sympathy. "Think it over carefully, Freya. You have no rank left, no pack to return to, and no future on stage. Take the coin and save whatever dignity you have left." Without waiting for my answer, she turns her head high, pulls her heavy cloak around her shoulders, and glides out of the sanctuary chamber. A minute later, the door bursts open, and Caelan bounds inside holding a silver cup filled with dark red juice. "Miss Freya! Look! Magnus helped m

Maybe I'm overeating on seafood so my brain thinks they're talking with their eyes. My mind just functioned again when Serefina's scream broke the silence. I cleared my throat causing them to turn their attention to me. "I'm sorry if this is the scenario you got here today. I badly want to explain or talk about Xenoah and I but I couldn't find any words to utter because of nervousness. All I want to clarify is that Rafael is my son to my husband. I'm sorry if you misunderstood Xenoah. " I have a long line.

"We need them gone." She nods in understanding. "Gails and Devon are coming with Travis and this," She pauses and flashes me a devilish smile, "is Radiance." Damn, she noticed the way I looked at her. Radiance is beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Her hair is long and flowing; a fierce color of orange/red. Her tail matches her hair perfectly. A bright orange tail with the tips of her fins are a beautiful ruby red. She has big, round, emerald green eyes surrounded by thick eye lashes. She shyly smiles a small smile to me and then darts her eyes down. Clearly humbled to be in my presence. "Thank you for assisting us today Radiance. I apologize for it being so early in the morning." I respectfull

And she seemed to resemble Freya, their facial features very similar. She belonged nowhere and everywhere at once. “Good morning,” she said softly. Freya nodded politely, and I noticed her shoulders stiffen just a little. It was interesting—seems like she felt it too. Good. “Can we talk?” Miya asked, eyes shifting to me. Freya spoke before I could. “About what?” Miya’s smile didn’t waver. “Medical options.” Freya’s fingers curled slightly at her sides. I saw it. She didn’t trust Miya.

“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.

My brows furrowed as I pushed the door open slightly, not intending to intrude but curious enough to look inside. The moment my eyes landed on the scene before me, the world seemed to tilt. Lucien was kneeling with his head buried between Freya’s thighs. For a moment, my mind refused to process what I was seeing. Lucien. The same Lucien who had spent centuries controlling every violent impulse in his body. And Freya… Freya sat blissfully on the floor, her fingers tangled in Lucien’s dark hair as her chest rose and fell unevenly. My first instinct was disbelief.