Vampire Diaries Freya Novels & Stories

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.

The heir apparent made them all very delighted to see him. Freya had a cold shower and then got up to leave the bathroom. Despite her fatigue from the ceremony, she made the decision to push through it. She was prepared to take action because she had everything planned out. She'd showered first, and she'd been in the bathroom a long time. Since they had completed their mating ritual and everything, she had made the decision to give Lucius her virginity. She was aware that giving it to him as a present on their first night together was the correct thing to do. She had on attractive underwear that accentuated her cleavages and fit her body perfectly. She wore the other pair of clothes she had

Eira's action stops as she looks up at me in confusion. “Her blood has this strange power that intoxicates.” Her brows pull into a frown. “I don't quite get you, Alpha.” “When she gets injured, her blood can drive anyone crazy.” Her frown still doesn't relax and I resort to another means. “Let me show you. Do you have anything sharp in that box of yours?” She peeks into her box and retrieve a pocket knife. She stretches it toward me. “Here.” I take it from her and with a sharp exhale, I take Freya's hand in mine and slit her palm. Freya's face squeezes with pain, then it relaxes.

I begged him. He suddenly sat back, and my hands slipped away from his face making them fall into my lap. I watched as tears fell down his cheeks, I'd never seen him cry like that before, and my heart broke for him. He took in a deep breath and held it for a few seconds, then exhaled and said in a breathy voice, “Freya, I'm a werewolf.”

“Besides, I wanted to make sure you didn't have a concussion from our… little tumble last night.” I stopped walking and turned to face him, my blood boiling. “What do you want? Is this a game to you? See if you can make the pack pariah fall for the golden boy?” Declan’s expression softened, his blue eyes turning serious. “It’s not a game, Freya. I like you. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since I walked into that garage.” “Stop,” I said, my voice cracking. “Just stop. Do you even know who I am? I’m the daughter of the people your father executed. I’m the 'dirty blood' your friends use for target practice!”

By the time he reached the west wing, his heart was doing something erratic and unfamiliar in his chest, and he told himself it was only irritation, only the leftover adrenaline from the guards, only anything other than what it actually was. He didn’t knock. The door swung open and Freya turned from where she stood by the window, and the moment their eyes met, the bond surged between them like a current finding its circuit, sudden and complete and impossible to deny. Neither of them moved.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"But the vampire prince is supposed to claim Freya tomorrow. The whole pack knows the Crimson Dominion arranged it." "So fucking what if it was supposed to be me?" Freya snaps, slamming her nail file onto the table. She whips out her glass device, thrusting a glowing screen right into my face. "Take a good look at your precious mother, Lyra. Look at the silver tubes shoved down her throat. Look at her gray skin. She looks like she is suffocating, doesn't she?" I lean closer, my vision blurring until I spot a detail in the background of the image—a specific, broken valve on the oxygen crystal. A cold shock wave blasts through my chest, my heart hammering a frantic, violent rhythm against my r

Ivana hugged herself. “I eat people when my patience runs out. I’m not kidding,” Freya said sincerely. Ivana laughed out loud. “You didn’t inform me that you are a cannibal or should I say, you have a ghost race?” she said teasingly. Freya took a deep breath. “If you don’t leave my presence, you will really borrow a dog’s face,” she threatened. “Here! Go on! Show EVERYONE HERE NOW that you’re not an angel! You’re going to steal my fiancé, aren’t you? You’re a relationship wrecker!” Ivana shouted.

She couldn't breathe; her airflow was cut off and all she could do was bring up her hands to push his hands off her neck. Draven didn't flinch even when she dug her fingers into his skin. “I hate you! You remind me of them so much I just want to kill you slowly and painfully.“ His voice was filled with true hatred and it seemed almost like he was being possessed by the devil. Freya saw different memories flash before her eyes, and wondered if this was how it felt like to be at your dying moment. A teardrop slipped from her eyes and more flowed down freely. She prayed for her brother to have a good life without her before she collapsed to the ground.