Vampire Diaries Freya Novels & Stories

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.]

It's like we're in a teleserye where the most important character in the story will enter with matching wind and the silence of the people here in the hall. I saw a man enter with black hair and red lips, a sharp nose and Sea green eyes. There was a mole on the side of his eye and he was wearing a black leader and black pants, he was wearing rings and they were really shining. "He's Creed Lux ​​Vaughn, the eldest of the Vaughn's. He's known to be hot -headed but he's nice when you two are close. He's a Half Vampire and half wolf. you see his Sea green eyes? That's his best asset, but be careful because those eyes are already hypo hihi. " The story of Lit.

"Right. Sorry. I must be having short-term memory loss from hitting my head." Alaric's jaw twitched. For a second, I thought I saw a flash of amusement in those dark blue depths. Before I could apologize to him again, a loud, gasping shriek echoed from the hallway. "Sylvia?!" The sharp, annoying clatter of high heels hit the hardwood floor. A suffocating cloud of cheap, sweet floral perfume invaded my bedroom, entirely ruining the scent of Alaric's thunderstorm. Freya stormed into my room. Her perfectly curled blonde hair bounced around her shoulders, and she wore a skin-tight dress that barely covered her thighs. Her green eyes darted from me, to the rumpled bed, and then to the massive, im

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…

She said I was capricious, selfish, and a glutton. Maybe I was just trying to fill a void in my belly that simply couldn’t be filled by food alone. Now, for the first time in my life, I felt… satisfied. Whole. Like I’d finally eaten my fill. The heart monitor beside me beeped a little faster. The doctor tapped his pen against his clipboard. “Miss Hale,” he said, “I believe what you have is a rare vampiric disorder known as Dormant Blood Syndrome.” Damon straightened a little.

I gasped, clutching my shirt as the pack bond screamed. Freya. She was in intense pain, right now. Through the link, I could feel a bright, terrifying surge of fear mixed with something much worse, like an ancient power finally breaking through a rotting dam. “Stay back,” I growled, forcing myself to stand, my fingers stained with the fresh blood from the tree. I was too far away to stop it. I was miles from the valley house, completely blind to what Zevren or his people were doing to her. I couldn't reach her in time, but the wolf inside me didn't care about the miles. I could only move forward.

I folded my hands across my chest and frowned at him in both confusion and annoyance. "Stop-just-" Alex huffed in frustration before covering his face with his hands and letting out a sigh in exasperation. I was about to say something else too but stopped when I heard a few girls groan and my eyes snapped towards the crowd. I noticed Joey, Franklin,danny and other vampires digging their fangs into the girls neck, sucking them hungrily and I could feel my eyes widening at the sight. They were doing it in public? Why? It was already getting dark, we were supposed to go home.

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

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.