Vampire Diaries Freya Novels & Stories

“You know pretty well that your pretty father loves keeping me here so I don't think a half-blood has that authority.” I had played dirty again. Freya’s voice came again, a bit louder this time, “You’re both acting insane!” However, neither of us looked at her. The tension between Lucien and me had reached a razor edge. Then suddenly, there was a soft sound. A thud. Lucien’s eyes flickered away first and mine followed instantly. Freya was on the floor, unconscious. For half a second neither of us moved, then the bond in my chest exploded with panic.

Still cautious sometimes, but no longer looking at her like she might destroy the fortress by accident every five minutes. Though honestly, after the west wing incident, that fear had been fair. For a moment they stood in silence. Then Dylan spoke carefully. “You haven’t slept again.” Freya looked down at the steam curling from the cup. “The dreams are getting worse.” “What did you see this time?” She hesitated before answering quietly, “A woman laughing.” Dylan stayed still. “She was standing beside Eros,” Freya continued softly. “I couldn’t see everything clearly, but…” Her chest tightened unexpectedly. “She loved him.”

Jasper nervously cleared his throat as he said, “We weren’t expecting anyone.” “Obviously,” Lila managed to choke out. Freya gave a smug grin. Sliding her hand over Jasper’s chest, she moved past him to sit on a nearby overstuffed chair. Her petite frame looked out of place as she sank into the cushions with a satisfied look on her still lovely face. “We are not only working on the vampire mess, but he is studying me,” she said as she preened her hair. “If he can see what has been altered in you lot, we just might get you back to original lycan form.”

But before the weight of that could crush me, Carlos’s hand gave a reassuring squeeze at my waist. “Harley is already Luna.” He said, his tone smooth but edged with pride. “She knows well how to act in public. Better than most, I’d say.” Freya gazed at me with her judgy eyes, as if weighing my potential silently. Then she exhaled sharply and said, “Fine. If you say so, I’ll let her be. But she needs to study the mating rituals of vampires. I am certain she has never heard about them.” A maid placed two thick books on the table, flipping my stomach with a brand-new task. So, when Freya left with her staff, I nudged Carlos with my elbow.

Her voice, slurred with pleasure, carried down the corridors, shameless and unrestrained. Oh, not again! A growl rumbled in my chest and my feet took the stairs two at a time, anger pounding in my veins. Freya was a lot like me. She was a sex lover, almost a sex freak. She took pride in going down with strong male pack mates who were very skilled in driving her to the peak of sexual pleasure with their manhood. At first, I rarely complained or chastised her as she hasn't found her mate yet; so far she doesn’t allow incapable disgusting werewolves have their way with her.

she snapped, “Let me remind you, my mate won’t forgive you if-" “Shhh.” Freya lifted a hand, “I would’ve thrown you into a brothel for daring to ruin my dress. But knowing we might become allies, I thought we could be pleasant. I am Freya, mother of Valtor’s first Queen who died at the hands of our enemies.” Crystal swallowed hard, absorbing the weight of that revelation. “Allies? I don’t understand,” she said after a beat. “And I’m not interested."

“You heard me, I will not let you ruin this. Freya must die tonight. Make it happen or you will pay with your life.” Aldric was silent for a moment, then he spoke. “Fine... I've heard you besides If Leo is there, he will kill me anyways” I ended the call and started pacing the room again with my mind full of plans. When Freya dies, Leo would come back to me and I would become Luna and everything would be mine. I thought to myself. Then my phone rang again. It was a coven spy. His voice was low. “Caroline Voss”

The instinct to find her was so strong it was almost physical, like a pull in my chest that didn't care about the note or what it said. She'd left because of the video. After everything. She waited until I was gone before walking out. My phone rang. I picked up on the first ring. It was Orin. His voice sounded level, but just barely. "I think you should know," he said, "that Freya just walked through the front gates of Norwood Pack alone, demanding a formal challenge for her assets. And she's asking to speak to the pack council."

Before the girl could say another word, a voice rose from behind me. “It's Freya, Freki” That was Tyler. I spun around immediately and stared at him in confusion. “Freya?” Yes. Freya was the only one capable of making people fear her in a way that surpasses the way they fear me. She has been picking on Ciana since she came, I noticed. But why did she call her out? Tyler continued. “I felt it. She was blocking a path so Daciana don't know how to return” There's this thing about their bloodline….. And that's a tale for another time. It's confirmed that Freya had taken Daciana.

But then she whimpered,soft and fragile,and tilted her face toward Jasper's office. The door slammed open. Jasper emerged,fury crackling in every step. "Freya," he snarled,disbelief and rage laced together,"you dare bare your fangs at my mate?" I lifted my bleeding hand,shards glittering against the red. "I dare defend myself. I've been your Gamma for four years. I have earned at least that much." Our eyes locked. For one heartbeat,something unreadable flickered in his gaze—shock,maybe even respect. But then it was gone. He turned to Mia,pulling her into his arms.