Vampire Diaries Freya Novels & Stories

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.

I watched as a light frown grew on her face while she looked back and forth in her bedroom making me smile lightly in amusement. Amaya: How can you see me? Is it a special power for vampires? The small amount of knowledge she has of vampires was kinda cute. Of course, she just learned about our existence today but still. Me: No, look outside of your window. She turned her head towards the window searching for me. It took a little time before she finally spotted me and smiled. She walked towards me and opened the window. "What are you still doing here?" She whispered. "I'm guarding you."

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.

muttered Arsenio, while looking for Freya's name among the many data. "Well, I found it," he cheered happily. Freya glances through the small rearview mirror above her head. She can see Arsenio's face, which is so free and carefree. It was different when he met Xander a few moments ago. Full of deceit. That's what Freya caught now. [DATA] [Name: Freya.] [Age: 200 years old by Mafia System's count.] [Status: Mafia System Companion.] [Skill: Infinite.]

Her widened eyes blinked at Blaire, already knowing the answer was wanting Blaire to admit it, thereby indirectly accepting her unspoken offer to help. Freya was a nice girl; despite being of a high rank, she was like a kid in a candy store who could easily turn into a sly vixen whenever she pleased, especially when she was horny. Her aura when faced with something serious was also different, but other than that, she preferred to take on the resemblance of a child. She smiled a lot, and her fascination when presented with something new and different was almost…

I will teach her wrong things little by little. Make her doubt. Make her alone. And while she tries to be perfect my way, I will learn about her power. Maybe I tell Viktor. Maybe not. Either way, Freya’s days as loved future Luna are not many. She just does not know. That night in my room I took paper. I must write what I know. Freya Laurent – gray eyes, maybe Moon Goddess blood Silver light when rogue attacked George Laurent – same name, maybe family Power came with big fear She does not know she has it

“You'll get us all killed! Dad's death would've been for nothing!” “I am going to spend the rest of my life married to a ruthless Lycan King who is also a mafia boss and I don't want that,” Freya took Maya's hands again. “You can help me, sis.” Maya tried to shrivel away from the contact but Freya sobbed. “Please, you can help me.” “You're running away from a Mafia Lycan King, what makes you think I won't do the same?” Maya gave her a stern look.

Fuck everything and the possible fact that she might not be in control of her actions…I’m going to tear her into pieces. Adam changes into his wolf first lunging after her quickly but she reacts fast turning into hers as well and deflecting the first blow he lands before he tackles her. The wizard on the other hands remains still and quiet just like Freya. I turn back to her while Adam keeps Elena busy trying to wake her up again. *** FREYA’S POV: Suddenly I’m walking down a wide and vast space that’s engulfed in nothing but darkness. I try to adjust my eyes and actually make out where ever the fuck I am but it’s impossible and with every step I begin sinking deeper into the earth beneath my

she answered, spitting the words into the prince’s face despite the terror gleaming deep in her pupils. Cedrik felt a twisted surge of admiration. He tightened his grip on her wrists, feeling her racing pulse beneath his fingers—an undeniable proof that, though she defied him, her body recognized the predator that had cornered her. Freya’s resistance was not merely physical; it was an affront to his lineage, his Alpha status, and the war he led. Yet the more she fought, the more he felt the need to have her under his control—not as another corpse among many, but as something he needed to unravel, possess, and eventually dominate.