Vana Freya Novels & Stories

"Yes, and since you don't remember me I'll gladly introduce myself to you once more." "I am Freya, the leader of the healers who reside in Hephalis,home to the mighty beast who soar above the limitations of mortals, my dear Skye," she uttered, and the lights suddenly flickered on and off, as a huge shadow casted down on the wall. And in front of me, was the same woman I was talking to seconds ago, but this time, she had a pair of huge fiery wings. What the hell is happening? Is this another nightmare?!

Now that Freya is far away from the screen, I can see she's dressed in a small swimsuit too and I chuckle. "How's work? Everything going good?" Selene asked, drawing me from my thoughts. Freya tried to touch the screen but she carried her away, placing her on her legs. "Yeah. Everything is working out well" "How's Liano?" She asked. "He's ok and extraordinarily happy because Vanessa is also in San Fransisco right now," I say the last part with a sigh. "Aunty Nessa!" Freya yelped and I roll my eyes. "She's a nice girl Fabrico, you just gotta see it" Selene reprimand me.

I just want this to be over and done with, maybe when I die all these pain will go. I heard mocking laughter above my head and looked up only to see Freya. Freya is the daughter of the current beta and soon to be Luna. She's everything I am not- beautiful blue eyes with shiny blonde hair, killer body, glowing skin, strong and extremely wicked. She stood there with her minions looking at me with pity? I couldn't quite place what that emotion in her eye is. She laughed all of a sudden and kicked me in the stomach. She pulled my hair and slapped me making me fall back on the floor.

"Clearly, they acted together to bully me, and yet you stand there blind as a bat, seeing nothing! Have you not noticed the injuries all over me?" Freya's eyes burned with rage, but the moment she recalled Selena's cutting words, she forced every tear back. She would never cry in front of a man. She was the daughter of the Desert Hawk, born unlike any ordinary girl. Crying was simply not permitted. Yet, as she looked at Frederick, her heart simmered with resentment.

As she flashed the men before her a bright smile, she scanned them from head to toe. “Xain Judah… Samarth Carter… Yandel Harlow… Everyone’s here, I see. Did something happen?” The woman in red leather armor giggled. Xain stood up and introduced her to James. “James, this is Wynter Freya. You may not know about this, but her original form is a phoenix. As such, she possesses enormous strength.” “A phoenix?” James froze. As if having sensed his thoughts, Xain said with a smile, “Of course she’s slightly different from the phoenix of the Four Holy Beasts.”

She slammed into the heavy titanium wall and fell unceremoniously on the ground. Freya pushed herself off the ground with a groan and shook the dizziness from her mind. She hadn’t been hit like that in a very long time, and realized that she really couldn’t play around. But first she poured a little extra energy into her bones, and wove throughout them. And with the help of Azrael’s VitaLife, steeled them. While she recovered, Father sauntered his way over to her and rubbed the knuckles on his fist.

Cronus spoke aloud, “She showed such promise in training and we were all excited to see how far she could go. She is survived by Dreyma Caulret who managed to survive into one of our most strikingly beautiful avian fae variety.” Freya’s picture was put up on a stand by Lyra. It was our standard enlistment picture that we had taken when we first showed up to our notice. She was wearing a simple green jumpsuit and her hair was pulled back. This didn’t represent Freya at all. She was a girl who let her hair down. Dreyma’s counterpart and someone who was meant to stay with us after we crossed the barrier. We had a secret plan to keep her and Dreyma together just so they didn’t have to always won

“You. I think I've seen you before.” “I…don't think so,” Alaina responded, pushing her hair to the back nervously. Why was she nervous? “I don't think we've met, ma'am.” “On the contrary, I think we have.” Freya persisted. It felt like she was pushing some kind of agenda and my patience was wearing thin. “And I can't seem to place a finger on it. I never forget those people I'd seen before, so I'm pretty sure I've met you. It doesn't matter though. My name is Freya, Daughter of RavenThorn and Alexander's Luna to be.”

I tapped explore and the first thing that came to my mind to search for was Faryah. She was using Faryah Mustapha Edwards now. She was easy to find. She didn't have any posts and her followers weren't that bad. 10k. Cool. I looked at the photos she was tagged in and my heart sank as I looked at her pictures in African wears. She was so beautiful. There were different photos here, with she and her family and my daughter. My Najmah. There were some with the Khalifa guy, their pictures pained my body, heart and soul. No one could deny that they honestly looked very good together and here I was on the side-line.

In the Fahara it is day time. In the desert where it is hotter than anyone's mother's fireplace. You could get roasted from walking around. Sao ,Modei ,Michelle and Winter are laying on the sand in the Fahara. What the tattooist didn't know is that the tattoo was a created realm whose entry could get activated by royal dragon blood because it was forged using the magic of the stone along with royal dragon blood.