Novel & Cerita Vana Freya

The message reads: ╒═══════════:۩:═════:۩:══════:۩:═══════════╕ ░░▓░░░░▓░░░ F I R S T M I S S I O N ░░░░░▓░░░▓░░ Find your teammates - or die trying. Greetings from the dark, Student No. 13 - Ruby Fridays The first mission requires you to reach into your inner darkness. While others think this is just a game, you know the truth — Olympia's Cup is far more sinister.

Frank was heartbroken, to say the least. Then one of the bodyguards handed him a file. Baffled, he opened it and began to read. He was stunned. Virginia Vance had been Freya's stepmother's daughter all along. Frank had driven Freya's stepmother and half-brother to take their own lives to ensure they could never hurt her again, but he had never known there was one more relative. Virginia was the daughter Freya's stepmother had with another man before she seduced Freya's father and became his second wife.

Brianna joined in to help her sister, but I had Tracy in a tight lock and I wasn't going to loosen up even if the world was ending. Unfortunately, my anger was short-lived. I fell back as a cold and thunderous voice rumbled through the air. “What in Gaia's sake is happening here?” Her voice cut through my bone line razor sharp blade. Her heels clicked on the floor, pulling an unnerving cloud of fear with her. “Lena, you'd better have a perfect explanation, or I'm gonna skin you alive for trying to harm my daughters!” She snapped.

She frowns at him and tries to ask with her eyes if he is all right, but he just gives her a small smile meant to encourage her to act like he isn’t there. This is her moment, there must not be any distractions. “What is Freya the Goddess of?” she asks. “She is the Goddess of fertility and life, so it is only fitting that her blessing be what welcomes our spirit into this world. This is why I have questioned your aura test in the past, no one has ever turned up with no ancestral power, we are all children of Geri and Freki, no matter how much our blood has mingled, it has all come from the same source.”

Freya "I am Freya Collins, an 18-year-old she-wolf from the Midnight Pack. The pack remained unaware of my wolf existence as I lacked a discernible scent, and I had no intention of revealing this aspect to them. Raised by my adoptive parents, Dad Lucas and Mom Rica, both esteemed pack warriors, I've been showered with love and support. Unbeknownst to the rest of the pack, my adoptive parents have been training me since childhood.

Freya cried out in excruciating pain. Dante slowly eased out of her, seeing the little droplets of blood. "What the fuck, Freya! You are a virgin?" In a slow, bitter voice, "that's what I've been trying to tell you. Both at the powerhouse and now. It's my first time."

Before Alejandro can speak…I open my mouth to talk. “I am Fiona.” I reply and she smiles at me. I am Freya. She replies and I gasp. Freya is the name given to someone who is a destined speaker for the gods. No one can take the name Freya except she bears the mark of the dark wolf. I cannot believe that I am standing in front of her right now. It is absolutely unbelievable and shocking all at the same time. I don’t know what to say next and she slowly smiles at me.

"We need to stabilize her, and fast." Together, we piled blankets on top of Freya's trembling form, trying to ward off the chill that seemed to have seeped into her very bones. I held her hand, whispering soothing words of love and reassurance, while Connor prepared a tea of valerian root and chamomile, herbs known for their calming properties. But despite our best efforts, Freya's condition only seemed to worsen. Her breathing grew more labored, her skin taking on a sickly grayish hue.

I cannot let my baby die. Just as Kael took a slow, heavy step forward to surrender to Victoria’s demands, a dark shadow moved at the side of the room. Captain Freya, the head of Kael’s elite palace guards, stepped silently out from behind the velvet window curtains. She was a tall, fierce female warrior with sharp gray eyes and a deep scar running down her left cheek. She kept her leather boots light on the floorboards, her hand resting flat on the hilt of her silver sword. Freya did not look at Victoria. Instead, she locked her fierce gray eyes straight onto Kael.

Ivana hugged herself. “I eat people when my patience runs out. I’m not kidding,” Freya said sincerely. Ivana laughed out loud. “You didn’t inform me that you are a cannibal or should I say, you have a ghost race?” she said teasingly. Freya took a deep breath. “If you don’t leave my presence, you will really borrow a dog’s face,” she threatened. “Here! Go on! Show EVERYONE HERE NOW that you’re not an angel! You’re going to steal my fiancé, aren’t you? You’re a relationship wrecker!” Ivana shouted.