Vana Freya Novels & Stories

“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

"Share your troubles with us, and let us ease the weight you carry." Freya sighed, her eyes reflecting her inner turmoil as she began to speak. "It's Tigreal," she confessed, her voice laced with a mixture of confusion and longing. "There's a flicker of familiarity in his eyes, a connection that stirs my soul. It's as if there's a connection between both of us." Violet and Rose, the spirited and loyal maidens, exchanged knowing glances before stepping closer to Freya. Violet's voice rang with understanding as she spoke, "Lady Freya, rage has a way of defying reason. Perhaps your heart recognizes something your mind cannot yet grasp."

she said, voice like steel kissed by fire. She raised her arms, and from her fingertips erupted a wave of runes, silver and sacred, cutting through the chaos like truth. The forest paused. Even Skyrana stilled. “You think you can choose?” the goddess hissed, trembling with fury. “You are made of me.” Freya stepped forward. “No. I'm Freya of the north. Just Freya.” Then she slammed her hand to her chest. The silver light erupted, violent, radiant, unstoppable. It burned away the sky. It split the trees, and it roared louder than flame.

Freya asks as she hops down the stairs. “Of course,” I smile moving my arm from around Valerie and sitting forward. “Mommy, are you going to look too?” “Of course,” Val smiles at her daughter. Freya runs over, picks up her bag, unzips the zipper only for it to get stuck. I reached over and carefully helped her unstick the paper that was caught in the zipper. “Thank you, Daddy,” Freya replies as she pulls out a stack of at least fifteen pieces of paper. She reaches in and pulls out what appears to be a jellyfish and places it on the table with the stack of papers. She pulls out three more items and begins proudly holding each item and picture up. When she gets to the last one, she looks

By ‘court’ he meant the ‘multi-billion dollar company’ one that my mate would soon rule beside me. “She’s out for the moment,” I said, not one bit ready for him to meet Freya. He only needed a split second for him to judge her inside out. His hawk eyes would roam his body in disapproval. “She’s the future Luna of the Waterfall pack, she has an event in two weeks and she’s not in for what? A moment?” He asked, his disapproval not one bit coated. Maybe trying to protect Freya wouldn’t look good on her. “She’s training,” I told him.

The roof, walls, doors, windows, and railings had all been repaired, and the inside had been given a simple renovation as well. Magdalena decided to buy her brother Vahe a new wheelchair before leaving and asked Sara to take her to the clinic in the city. But then she remembered that it was the same clinic where Alex Weber had worked, where she had spent time with him, where he had shown her affection. She thought seeing the clinic might bring all those emotions back, so she decided to go alone.

Freya smirked victoriously by her praise of having the best army which bore the least damage in all of Fier. “Hmph, my men know how to handle them. And I froze the whole army of the dead.” Freya told them nonchalantly what she did. Being natural and having bloodlust, she gained that moment as a chance to flex her skills and displayed them flawlessly. “They call her Persephone’s rival for nothing.” Vera whispered, turning to Tabit who nodded in agreement, “True.” “Don’t underestimate me. So, where is our bride?” Freya chuckled, looking around to find Persephone who was not present yet before going and greeting Ruth and others too.

We all know that line is true at least, several villages full of innocent women and children have been struck by uncontrollable hybrids. “I cannot do this straight away, I need to put preparations in place,” Freya finally stated, looking imperial. Her hazel eyes and poise commanded the room, a finer figure of a woman than Thalia could ever aspire to be. Noble and dedicated to her pack, and I am allowing it to be exploited.

She was trying desperately to mend the situation. “She is not Freya! She can never be Freya!” Clinton interrupted. His voice was thick with emotion. “Freja is timid and introverted, the kind who prefers to stay in the shadows. But Freya…. uhmm....” His voice softened, “Freya was vibrant, self-assured, and effortlessly commanded any room she entered.”

Zale's mother paused and looked at grandpapa saying that he should the one to say it. "It was to gather the heirs of each throne. The heir of the Fire's Throne, Seraphina Agni, the heir of the Ocean's throne, Zale Altan. The two of you who are together meaning that you are about to be completed." He said. I am the heir of the Fire's throne, a title that holds so much power. It's like next to being a God. Zale patted my shoulder and nodded at me. I looked at the scenery, there is nothing to see but the vast ocean. I sighed.