Vampire Diaries Freya Novels & Stories

she says as she walks over to us, holding up her phone to Luke. She snaps a quick picture and gets to work, showing Luke his options. “Is there anything you don’t have an app for?” Deacon laughs. “Damn, you look hot with dark hair Luke, like that badass vampire guy from that show Jose watches,” Theo fans himself as he looks at Freya’s phone. “Let me see,” I demand, and Freya turns her screen towards me. Theo is right. If Luke goes dark, I’m going to have my very own Damon Salvatore look-alike.

Sarah said, tilting her head to Freya's direction. Freya opened her eyes and looked back at her, "Yeah?" "She's in love with Hunter Caldwell. One of the Alphas who's your mate."

Hugo didn't stop to allow me to speak, “She claims to be a Wallace, well what happened? Why is she not a werewolf?” I saw Elias start to lunge forward but my hand reaching up to his shoulder was able to pull him back as I walked up to him. “Hugo Argent?” He nodded to me, “I’m Freya Wallace, my father was Sirus Wallace. My mother wasn't a werewolf. But I was well aware of the differences between me and my father growing up and I am more than aware of the differences between myself and my mate now.” The near audible gasp from Elias made me think I had misspoke.

She asked softly to Lucien who was already losing his patience with the crowd, but his anger calmed down when he saw her He gave her a quiet look of approval before she walked forward, her hands became clammy with sweat but she couldn’t back down now, “ My name is Freya O’Hara, a vampire, and I know most of you see me as your sworn enemy from another race, and there is one truth to this,” she called, she clutched her hands as he took a deep breath, “and that is, I am… a hybrid” There were loud gasps from around the room as everyone looked surprised, and their face was filled with fear from her confession, Diandra from the corner watched everything unfold with a smile,

A shiver ran down my spine and I’m not certain it was a bad one. “Freya.” I replied straightening my spine. “Mmm… What a powerful name, Freya.” He said with small moan. My body full blown betrayed me and instantly butterflies began dancing in my stomach. “I’m sorry we met under these circumstances, Freya. I can’t fully explain it but I feel drawn to you. Did you put a summoning spell on me?” He asks. “I don’t use summoning spells.” I scoff, rolling my eyes. ”They’re timing is unpredictable and I’d prefer not to have a random monster show up while I’m in my apartment. Although somehow you’ve found me anyway?”

Damon called out "Darling please do be careful. You're still recovering from your twisted ankle." Freya was a handful and was quite energetic and adventurous which is quite surprising considering her condition. Damon and Clary had adopted her when she was 4 and had found out that she had weak bones and a weak immune system due to malnourishment by her neglecting birth parents. In the beginning months, Freya had been quiet and only really spoke to Max who had been 8 at the time. Freya always stayed close to Damon and Clary when others came near and was afraid of going outside.

He was the Alpha king, after all—every woman's dream. Her heart twisted with envy. Freya. Always Freya. What did she have that Jessica lacked? Why couldn't Rafe see her, truly see her, and realize she was the one meant for him? Freya wasn't even a true werewolf; she wasn't worthy of him. Yet, it was Freya who held his heart, leaving Jessica to fester in the shadows.

Samael Wulf I'd just told Freya that I loved her. She stood in front of me with her mouth wide open in pure shock. The color drained out of her face, and before I had a chance to say anything else, she grabbed her bra, got dressed and sprinted towards the door. I managed to grab a hold of her arm and spin her around to face me. “Freya, say something,” I begged her. She looked up at me while snatching her arm out of my grip.

FREYA__21 * * I didn't see Nikolas until the next day. The atmosphere seemed to drop by a certain degree the moment he walked inside. I refused to look away from the book I was reading, not even when he stood in front of the bed. "Freya." My name was called quietly. I didn't respond to it, still pissed about being locked up for the whole of yesterday. How dare he come here now? I wasn't interested to hear anything if it wasn't about letting me go.

I knew he was listening for Freya, and I was ok with that, so I didn't let on that I knew he was spying on us. “So, what happens if Freya isn't drained and turned?” I asked Selene bluntly. “Straight to the point? Ok, well this is the first stage, her body is craving his blood, and as she can't get it, the rage is taking over. Eventually the longer she goes without it, the more and more the rage will build, until there is no Freya left at all. Left in her place will be a bloodthirsty zombie-like creature, that will rip apart anyone in her path until she finds her master, Azael,” she said, with hardly any emotions at all.