Ml Freya Novels & Stories

“How could you suddenly just… die? You were perfectly fine just a moment ago! Huh? Speak to me! Open your eyes and look at me! I am your brother, Logan. Eva, please talk to me.” He shook my shoulders frantically. However, no matter how desperately he called out, the corpse lying on the floor offered no response. Only my hair swayed slightly with his movements, making my lifeless face look even more grim. He fell to his knees beside me, his shoulders shaking violently as he let out broken, sobbing whimpers.

We all know that line is true at least, several villages full of innocent women and children have been struck by uncontrollable hybrids. “I cannot do this straight away, I need to put preparations in place,” Freya finally stated, looking imperial. Her hazel eyes and poise commanded the room, a finer figure of a woman than Thalia could ever aspire to be. Noble and dedicated to her pack, and I am allowing it to be exploited.

The decision of all of us didn’t matter, though, as when Finnley walked out of the front door, he immediately shouted out, “Fre…” “No, don’t say her name!” Amelia screamed and tried to get to Finn, but it was too late. “ya?” He finished saying my name. As soon as my name was out there, mine and Mason’s combined flames turned baby pink, and he slowly lowered his head to look at me. “Freya?”

“Come let’s go before you get any other ideas.” They had a walk down to town, she enjoyed the fresh air and was getting to know the local people. She had learned about the surrounding farms and how they operated. It was a beautiful network of people working together, much like New Hope just more advanced. She never knew the town was so big as she and Caleb had just visited a part of it. People still seemed a bit anxious around her, but like Caleb, they needed time to get to know her. Alex had given Sasha some bolta. This was a type of precious metal that was mined on Meraki. This metal was used to trade. It was also used on Ouro. Bolta was used in jewelry and also used to build high-end ship

FREYA. The cold splash of liquid on my skin jolted me up from sleep, pushing me to wake up immediately. My eyes were met with the head maiden's furious glare. Tightening her fists to the empty bucket, she yelled at me. “What the hell are you doing lazing around? Get the hell up, you lowly maid!”

She slammed into the heavy titanium wall and fell unceremoniously on the ground. Freya pushed herself off the ground with a groan and shook the dizziness from her mind. She hadn’t been hit like that in a very long time, and realized that she really couldn’t play around. But first she poured a little extra energy into her bones, and wove throughout them. And with the help of Azrael’s VitaLife, steeled them. While she recovered, Father sauntered his way over to her and rubbed the knuckles on his fist.

"You deserve that and so much more." I nod my head, appreciating her words but still cautious. "What about you?" I ask, tilting my head. "You said you rebuilt your life. What does that look like?" Freya leans back, her gaze distant as she gathers her thoughts. "For a long time, I just wandered, searching for my place in the world again. I tried joining a couple of packs, hoping to find belonging, but nothing ever felt right. Eventually, I realized I needed something different. So, I started my own pack. We’re not like most others, we don’t have a specific territory or pack grounds. We love the freedom of the open road, traveling from place to place. There’s something liberating about it... l

she said, voice like steel kissed by fire. She raised her arms, and from her fingertips erupted a wave of runes, silver and sacred, cutting through the chaos like truth. The forest paused. Even Skyrana stilled. “You think you can choose?” the goddess hissed, trembling with fury. “You are made of me.” Freya stepped forward. “No. I'm Freya of the north. Just Freya.” Then she slammed her hand to her chest. The silver light erupted, violent, radiant, unstoppable. It burned away the sky. It split the trees, and it roared louder than flame.

she snapped, “Let me remind you, my mate won’t forgive you if-" “Shhh.” Freya lifted a hand, “I would’ve thrown you into a brothel for daring to ruin my dress. But knowing we might become allies, I thought we could be pleasant. I am Freya, mother of Valtor’s first Queen who died at the hands of our enemies.” Crystal swallowed hard, absorbing the weight of that revelation. “Allies? I don’t understand,” she said after a beat. “And I’m not interested."

Freya was stunned as she looked at the coffin in front of her. Her eyes are watery from crying all day long. She was wearing a black dress, black glasses and black sandals. Her whole body seemed to be numb. Sometimes she would suddenly whimper and laugh to herself. “Poor Freya! She loves Yael very much. I still remember when Yael was young. She almost broke down working to meet her son’s needs,” Marivic said, one of the great marites in Freya’s village.