Sky Queen Frey Novels & Stories

Kayne had a well-built body that could make any woman swoon, and he was adept at flaunting it around, making the women in his pack desire him intensely. One of the maids in the house entered his room with a tray holding a plate of fruits. She bowed humbly. "The queen asked me to get you this." Kayne smiled, pointing to the table in front of him. "Keep it over there and come right to daddy," he said. She gasped. Her name was Naomi.

So, I go near her and cup her face with my hands. "You are not any of these. Do you hear me?" I say more like demand while wiping her tears with my thumbs. "Then what am I?" She asks in a broken tone. "You are the Luna Queen and it's high time to show the world what your capable of doing." I reply determinedly looking at her with eyes full of love and pride.

Do not go against me. Demetria shot her a glance. This woman was bold, and she was not holding herself back. But she did not come here to bow to anyone. The girl came here to end this tyranny and make her father pay for all his sins. - I think you have a wrong impression. I am a Princess, a Dragon Princess. The royal blood runs in MY veins. - Demetria spoke, emphasizing the word ~my. She let Elena take control to add more effect to her words, and her eyes turned into gold orbs. Her beast wished to do more, but Demetria stopped her from causing the scene.

And then a grunt of pure strain, coming from right outside. I moved without thinking. A blur of speed and I was at the window, looking down. Oh, moon goddess. Freya was hanging by her bloody fingertips from the shattered remains of the ledge. Zara was tied to her back with a bedsheet, screaming her head off, her little arms locked around her mother’s neck. Freya’s fingers were slipping, blood making her grip slick. They were seconds from falling. I didn’t think. I just moved.

Silver energy coated her attacks, making every strike devastating. Enemy after enemy fell before her. She moved through the battlefield like moonlight itself. Beautiful. Deadly. Unstoppable. The enemy began to break. Fear spread through their ranks. Whispers carried across the battlefield. "The True Queen." "The Moon Goddess's heir." "The Lycan King." For the first time, Corey's soldiers understood exactly who they were fighting. And the battle had only just begun. Aurora's POV

She snapped. "Then hopefully it will die before it gets a chance to eat us," Freya, the pretty, blue-haired, blue-eyed witch, stepped from the darkness. "Zoey, just leave the damn thing." Zoey growled. "Are you sure you are a white witch, bitch?" Zoey questioned and Freya grunted, folding her fists, wishing she could punch Zoey over the mouth. The two had not been able to get along ever since Freya showed up. Freya was the most unruly one of the Cerulean sisters. If she had listened to her older sisters, Imogen and Beatrix, she wouldn't have been captured by King Lucifer.

A faint whisper escaped, but I couldn’t hear it. “She's not your pawn anymore, Kade.” “No,” he agreed. “She’s a queen now.” In a glimpse ,his eyes flared gold, and Freya’s body quivered as if struck by lightning. Her scream was a blast of raw energy and full charged power that cracked the rocks beneath us. My knees buckled as the force of it slammed into me like a wall. I forced myself stand up, blood dripping from my nose. “Stop using and manipulating her!” I roared.

​The elite mercenaries on the dais hesitated, taking an involuntary step back as Leo’s heavy Alpha aura expanded through the hall, thick with pure mountain iron and battle magic. ​Look closely, lords of the South! Freya declared, her voice ringing clear and melodious through the vast hall, filled with the undeniable authority of her bloodline. She raised her left hand, and a bright wave of golden solar light flared along her fingers, illuminating the ancient medallion against her chest. I am Freya Sunfang, daughter of your true Alpha! I stand here alive, saved from the assassin's steel sent by my own uncle! ​Murmurs erupted like a wildfire through the gathered nobility. Southern lords stood

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.

Freya swallowed hard. "Actually It saw Valentine and I couldn't let her see me here" Freya rushed her words. "Is that so? She's out of the tower already?" Queen Estel smiled. "Yes, your h-highness" Freya stuttered nervously. "That was quick," Gyai chuckled. "Yes, Gyai. Very quick. Yet that makes it even better" Queen Estel said gleefully. Freya looked between them, trying to understand the conversation. "Stop staring, you little swine" The Queen snapped and Freya quickly lowered her head.