Originals Freya Novels & Stories

Freya scrambles back to the corner and pulls the thin blanket tighter around her body as she trembles in fear. "Freya… I know what I look like, look at me," I softly speak, slowly I reach out and pull her chin up to meet my gaze. She whimpers and pulls away, I let the glamour reveal my face so she can see who I am. "Daddy!" Freya's body violently shakes when she throws herself into my arms with tears freely flowing down her face.

"Technically, you're the one trespassing on our territory." Silas raised a hand, casually silencing his friend, though the arrogant smirk on his lips never faded. "I told you what would happen if you let your pride get the better of you, Freya. You spit in my face backstage, threw my ring at me, and walked out. This is what the real world looks like when you don't have a Ravenscroft protecting you." He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to catch a strand of my wild hair. I violently snapped my head back, avoiding his touch, my eyes burning with pure hatred.

Freya lowered the camera slightly, her lips curving in quiet satisfaction. “Perfect,” she murmured to herself. She had been on the sidelines the entire match, she was North Fall University’s Creative Arts department year 2 student. The Sports Department knew her name, so did most of campus. Freya Woods didn’t miss moments, she captured them. Her short curls framed her face in soft rebellion, bouncing as she moved. She wore ripped black jeans and an oversized hoodie that was accessorized, camera strap slung across her chest. At nineteen, she was doing well for herself.

"Tell me who owns this pussy. Tell me who you belong to." "You! Only you, Callum! Fuck... oh god, you're so big... you're stretching me so wide!" Freya's head thrashed against the cold metal of the car, her voice a series of desperate, frantic moans: "Haa! Yes! Harder, Use me!"

She frowns at him and tries to ask with her eyes if he is all right, but he just gives her a small smile meant to encourage her to act like he isn’t there. This is her moment, there must not be any distractions. “What is Freya the Goddess of?” she asks. “She is the Goddess of fertility and life, so it is only fitting that her blessing be what welcomes our spirit into this world. This is why I have questioned your aura test in the past, no one has ever turned up with no ancestral power, we are all children of Geri and Freki, no matter how much our blood has mingled, it has all come from the same source.”

Freya Rose As I sat down on the couch, I glanced over and saw Tristan talking to himself while making two coffees. He turned around to me and smiled, then got his phone out of his pocket and put it to his ear. “Tyler?... Because Freya's here now and I want her to hear everything. I'll ring you from now on, whenever she's around, instead of mind linking, okay?” He winked at me, then finished off the coffees.

They looked so happy and welcoming, a wish I had for my family. “good evening, thanks for having us.” Mum said gracefully before stretching the bottle of wine to Freya. “is that the original limited edition of the Ralph’s design?” Mum asked immediately taking in Freya’s dress. Freya’s face lit up immediately. “yes, it is.”

“But no, it’s not a divine power like you’re thinking. It’s just because that last time she said some words to me, I almost felt my death coming.” I didn’t get what he said that’s why I just rolled my eyes. Whatever reminiscence he has now, I don’t care. Oh yeah. This one actually believes that I am the Fajra he knows. That I am the princess of the kingdom Zunumbra that he’s saying and that I'm destined to free my nation Amare. Wow, I can't believe I remembered all that. "You know what? In fairness to you, you can write a good book. Children will like your stories.” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

Freya chuckled, "well that makes two of us because I am the most single girl alive." Bastian briefly stared at the bathroom before focusing his attention back on his phone call, "aren't you sweet? I think I have fallen in love with you, Freya. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Tell me about yourself." Freya laughed loudly, "of course I'm beautiful but I know you are exaggerating. However I like it, I love when people praise my beauty. So you already know my name. I'm twenty-one years old. From a wealthy family and I just finished college. I came here on vacation with my two best friends and we are all about having fun.

A dream that I would rather die in than wake up to the cruel world I had been introduced to. I repeated my outfit and went downstairs to meet with Racheal. “I didn’t quite get your name,” My head spun to her of their own accord and stared at her questionably. She shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t want to have to crack my head up cooking up on how I should address you,” she said plainly. Sly indeed. Since I wanted to play the fool’s game with her. I smiled and muttered, “I’m Freya.” “That’s a lovely name. I like it.” I held back the urge to bite. As if she didn’t like it I would cry to Artemis. Her thoughts were not viable to me.