Vampire Diaries Freya Novels & Stories

“And Veyrix was falling. Dying. But—” She looked at me, her voice breaking. “You were already gone.” Freya awakens her God wolf form but sees a vision of Finnick’s death in the final battle.

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.

I would endure this for her, I would endure anything for her. So I drank, and I suffered, and I prayed to the moon goddess that it would be enough to save the woman I loved. I tried to control the pain as I held on to Freya's hands, my claws digging into her soft skin. The witch's power was like a living thing, clawing at my insides, trying to tear me apart from the inside out. "Why is her power attacking me?" I asked through gritted teeth, my voice raw and hoarse. Sersia's glowing grey eyes met mine, ancient and knowing. "Freya has the rarest traits of the most powerful witch," she said. "Her power is reacting to the substance she consumed, causing it to lash out at you."

“I do not shape the law of the stars, Alpha. I only read them. If you would protect her, then you must prepare for what is coming.” I steadied myself, though my heart hammered against my ribs. “Tell us everything. Tell us about her… about why she’s tied to me.” The elder leaned back, the shadows of the hall deepening across his face. His voice lowered, ancient and grave. “Freya was once a priestess of the Moon Goddess. She turned against her when power tempted her, hungered for dominion beyond the veil of death. When she was cast down, her body was caged in a vessel of iron and bone, hidden where even gods would not tread. Her spirit was left to wander, feeding only on fragments of fear, whi