Originals Freya Novels & Stories

But I'd let Kael convince me to give her some space with her father, and now— "Your Majesties!" I turned, my heart lurching as Freya came running toward us. She was panting, her face flushed and streaked with tears. Her words were coming out in gasps, barely coherent. "Freya, what the hell is going on?" Kael demanded, stepping forward. His eyes were wild, his lycan already pushing at the surface. "Speak!" She bent over, her hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath. When she finally looked up, her eyes were wide with panic.

she whispered. Mira's gaze pierced her. "Do you still love this man?" Freya bit her lip, unwilling to confess even to herself, yet panic fluttered in her chest. "What about you, Mira? Do you love him as well?" "I don't." Such a foolish man was not worthy of her. She wanted the strongest, the most formidable in all the world. And that was the Obsidian Monarch. Tears spilled down Freya's cheeks, unstoppable. "I love Fred. I truly love him. I want to be by his side forever. I want to be the only woman in his life."

Pushing down my unease, I settled into the front row as he’d directed, my hands smoothing my dress nervously. Liam resumed speaking, his voice steady, commanding. “Our new Luna is someone you all know—a kind, courageous, radiant woman, the most breathtaking in our pack.” My cheeks warmed, and I readied myself to stand, my heart pounding with expectation. “It’s none other than… Freya Andre.” The words struck like a dagger, piercing my chest. My shoulders sagged, my face crumpling as the air was sucked from my lungs. My smile dissolved into a hollow, aching void.

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!”

The tears built up within her again and she couldn’t hold back this time. “I want to be alone, Ronan. Let me be.” She murmured. Rising to her feet, Freya stepped out of the chamber, shifted into her wolf form, and ran as fast as her legs could carry her toward the woods. Her life had taken a different turn and there are chances she might never get the good old days back.

Freya just sighed in her seat. She was beginning to get annoyed with whoever the princess is because she keeps making vows she couldn’t keep and end up causing trouble everywhere. She was glad that she would be able to at least help out this time because she’s a very good swimmer so before the argument gets bigger, she volunteered to go. “I will bring the mountain lilies, I just need directions because I can’t seems to remember the place” she declared and the Alpha commanded Remy to go with her.

Wait; give me your phone. “Quick,” Kiera said, handing her phone to Freya, curious about what she had in mind. Freya quickly entered her contact information and handed it back with a smile. "Now we can stay in touch," she said. "I'll text you later so we can plan our next hangout!" With a wave of goodbye, Freya hurriedly left the workplace, leaving Kiera feeling excited about the prospect of their future friendship.

"Yes, and since you don't remember me I'll gladly introduce myself to you once more." "I am Freya, the leader of the healers who reside in Hephalis,home to the mighty beast who soar above the limitations of mortals, my dear Skye," she uttered, and the lights suddenly flickered on and off, as a huge shadow casted down on the wall. And in front of me, was the same woman I was talking to seconds ago, but this time, she had a pair of huge fiery wings. What the hell is happening? Is this another nightmare?!

His fingers twitched like he was trying to grab something solid, something that could anchor him. Freya’s eyes flicked over him, then to me. Before she even asked a question, she stepped closer and dragged a finger along my arm. A slow smile tugged at her lips. “I didn’t think you still remembered your way through the woods,” she said. I stepped out of her reach. “Neither did I but my beta needs you.” She shrugged and went back to Reeves, pretending she didn’t care. Typical. Her pout didn’t fool anyone. I met Freya ten years ago, during the treaty war between the witches and wolves.

Cronus spoke aloud, “She showed such promise in training and we were all excited to see how far she could go. She is survived by Dreyma Caulret who managed to survive into one of our most strikingly beautiful avian fae variety.” Freya’s picture was put up on a stand by Lyra. It was our standard enlistment picture that we had taken when we first showed up to our notice. She was wearing a simple green jumpsuit and her hair was pulled back. This didn’t represent Freya at all. She was a girl who let her hair down. Dreyma’s counterpart and someone who was meant to stay with us after we crossed the barrier. We had a secret plan to keep her and Dreyma together just so they didn’t have to always won