Ml Freya Novels & Stories

But there were other things that linked me to Grace too, other insidious things. I had a lively, bubbly personality, but I had trained myself to be submissive and quiet like Grace. I even wore my hair like her. It was pathetic, to be trying so hard to become someone else. I resolved, there and then, that beginning from next week, I would live only for myself. I would be Valeria Morre, not Grace.

“My name is Freya, by the way.” “Another By-the-way?” I laughed, remembering Albert. “What?” “Never mind. Inside joke,” I said. “So, tell me, why didn’t Nana ever talk about you? Where have you been?” Freya sighed. “My mother thought I was a disgrace.” “Why?” She shrugged. “Because she thought I was betraying the order of the Moon Pack. We are all gifted with different powers. Some with healing powers, some with the gift of sorcery and others with the power to read minds.”

“We need to take Lyra to the infirmary. She's badly hurt.” But Freya doesn't spare him a glance as if she's not herself. Energy zaps beneath her palms, her hair turning white with each strength that leave her. Still she doesn't stop. Her goal is to make Lyra well again. Just as the skin begin to stitch itself back, blood drips from her nose and the bubble disappears. Her eyes roll backwards into her head and she drops to the ground, succumbing to the darkness that wrap around her like a thick cloak.

A familiar voice question from the other end. Celeste increased the volume of her whine. “I wish I did, dad. Guess who ruined everything for me?” “Who?” “It’s that useless Freya again. I don’t know why she came back from the dead to haunt me.” “Freya?” The other voice sounded surprised, shocked even, like he’d just mentioned a witch’s name. “That’s impossible. Freya is miles away in another city, serving dishes and cleaning tables. That pathetic girl couldn’t possibly make it to an event like that.”

"The moon goddess had sent her vision and she was in haste to deliver. But luckily, I was right on time to prevent that. But that wasn't enough." "How do you mean, Zephyrine?" Amarantha asked. "Lucien had told me everything and had planned on going to see her but I knew I needed to be proactive about it. She had casted a spell, bounding her Crag somehow to leave a message meant for Lucien. Freya was the antidote to his curse. She is the only one who can cure him and make his curse stay at the same time." I could feel my brow arch in utter disbelief. Freya was Lucien's curses cure? But how?

Freya answered still smiling and it was only then Neah realized that the girl might be right about not having talked to anyone since she was new as well. "So how did you find this class, someone must have shown you around then" Neah asked, still unsatisfied. "My dad brought me here, he's one of the teachers, Alpha Ryker, that's his name" Freya replied with buoyancy and Neah's jaw hung open with surprise. "Your father is an Alpha and also a teacher here?" Neah asked and Freya nodded with delight. "He's the Alpha of Gray Moon, the strongest pack after Blue Moon pack, I'm a Lycan" Freya explained and Neah nodded.

My heart softened a bit but I remained silent as she stood in front of Lyssandra’s door and took a deep breath. “This is the last thing I do for you,” Freya hissed “and you better not use her blood for some voodoo or spell,” I rolled my eyes, and all my earlier sympathy vanished. “I’m Fae, not a witch. Get a move on or I’ll show you the difference?” I smiled in amusement as Freya took a small fearful step away from me and knocked on the door. “Lyss? Lyssie?” She called out. The door unlocked almost immediately and Lyssandra stepped back with a smile.

Freya muttered, brushing off the concern. "What?! Maya dared to touch you?!" Freja’s eyes blazed with fury. "I'm fine, Freja. Nothing serious happened," Freya insisted, but Freja wasn't convinced. "Nothing?!" Freja said incredulously. "You’re limping, and you look like you’ve been through hell! How dare that woman lay a hand on you?!" "I only fractured my ankle, and it’s already healing," Freya said firmly, her tone silencing Freja's protests. "There’s no need to worry. Just help me to my room, please."

Freya "I am Freya Collins, an 18-year-old she-wolf from the Midnight Pack. The pack remained unaware of my wolf existence as I lacked a discernible scent, and I had no intention of revealing this aspect to them. Raised by my adoptive parents, Dad Lucas and Mom Rica, both esteemed pack warriors, I've been showered with love and support. Unbeknownst to the rest of the pack, my adoptive parents have been training me since childhood.

She endured every hardship for them; otherwise, it would be too difficult for her to pull herself out of that miserable situation. “What’s going on here, Frey?” Rema asked. She was one of her best work fellows, but Freya didn’t share anything about her past with anyone till now. “Nothing! Just checking all the emails,” Rema knew about her children, but Freya thought it was good to discuss them here. She looked towards Ricardo Vitalli, who was talking to the investors of his company. This man never dared to cross any boundary with her and proved a knight in the shining armor for her children and for her, too. If it weren’t for him, then Freya’s life would turn into a nightmare for her and her