Vampire Diaries Freya Mga Nobela at Kwento

I like to think of her as a goddess and as a goddess the filthy werewolves were no fit to touch her. Freya would smile curtly and chuckled when need be. She curated herself in such a way that anyone watching right now would think that she had been a royal werewolf all her life. She really was the daughter of Demitri— I halted right there on my words. Oslo had gotten into my mind. That fucker! He disengaged from the physical body contact of interlocking his arm with hers and I knew Jude was about business now. No more joking around. “Dear Freya, tell me, I heard you used to be an omega,” Jude stated more like a fact than a question.

I just want this to be over and done with, maybe when I die all these pain will go. I heard mocking laughter above my head and looked up only to see Freya. Freya is the daughter of the current beta and soon to be Luna. She's everything I am not- beautiful blue eyes with shiny blonde hair, killer body, glowing skin, strong and extremely wicked. She stood there with her minions looking at me with pity? I couldn't quite place what that emotion in her eye is. She laughed all of a sudden and kicked me in the stomach. She pulled my hair and slapped me making me fall back on the floor.

This was not the fight for my wolf form. “Ready for your death?” Freya asked. “Sure, see you there,” I told her, and we attacked each other. I focused on my strength, drawing power and will from Linda and our bond with Demetrius, the Lycan king. I dodged Freya's attack and could see she was getting angry. She was aiming at my stomach; she must have noticed I was pregnant. She managed to cut my arm, and I pulled back from her. “Well, you are something else,” she admitted. She must not have expected me to fight like I was.

“Take care of her for me.” “On my life.” He swore as I turned and headed straight for the elevator. I could hear Freya trying to follow after me, but Darcia and the others caught her before she could move. Freya was a strong woman, a powerful witch, but she was also the future Luna and Cameron’s mate. I couldn’t risk anything when it came to Freya.

Did she have to make it so obvious that she could tell that my heart jumped to my throat for a moment after hearing Zero’s voice? “ Who are you now? ” I huff. She smiles before approaching me and grabbing my hands. Her hands are exceptionally cold. I suck in her scent and get more confused. She has a scent. Wow. Vampires don’t have such strong scents. She almost smells like home, werewolves but not quite right. I peek into her eyes and see the subtle red lining around the dark eyeball. Hybrid? “ I am Freya—Zero’s mother. ” Her eyes shine as she introduces herself.

“Say that again.” “That vampire––” Orien shook his head. “The last part.” “Wings?” He nodded. “She…she has wings.” She extended her arms to both sides. “Huge, black wings with sharp, knife-like feathers. She used her wings to pin me to the wall. It…It went right through my shoulder.” Freya swiftly moved her gown to reveal the small, round scar that has healed. “What else is she capable of doing?” He released her, inspecting the scar. She shivered when he ran his finger over her skin. “She’s good at fighting. People who saw her fighting said, she was a force to reckon with.”

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.

Freya’s POV I am Freya, and I stole my sister’s husband before gruesomely killing her. Wait! Before you judge me, please hear my story. The day I murdered my older sister started like any other day. I had quickly rushed to the hospital because I was feeling very sick that morning. I had never really believed in miracles before, but as I now sat staring at the doctor's results in my trembling hands, I realized that maybe miracles did exist. Because I was finally Pregnant.

Maya suggested and Freya almost clapped her hands loudly. “You're so smart that I wish I could cuddle you.” She said with so much joy. It was now she felt like she wasn't alone because it seemed more like her and her wolf were tackling things together. Freya immediately walked towards that hallway, ensuring that her footsteps were really light and that she wasn't walking like a thief should in case the robot saw her. When she got to the store, she carefully opened the door and went in, then she began to search for anything that could help her dig out the ground; something sharp enough in case she didn't find a shovel.

Freya It worked, we were actually free and one of the bastards was dead to boot, sure I was a little disappointed that it wasn’t me ripping his throat out, but Cali seemed to be on a mission and let’s face it, there was no way I was getting close enough to her to challenge her. Whatever the fuck she was, it was crazy, and I felt myself becoming jealous of another wolf for just about the first time in my life. Like I seriously want flames, so fucking cool. Movement out of the corner of my eye had the hair standing up on the back of my neck and I pounced before I even took it in, shielding Cali while she had her ‘Oh fuck I just killed someone’ moment. But the sight before me stopped me dead.