Vana Freya Novels & Stories

Freya said to him. “I have food here” He quickly says kneeling to untie her. While he was at that Freya was formulating a plan. If she kicks him with enough force she will have the time to run to the table and grab a weapon she thought. That’s my plan! She thought. “She’s with the rental car. Track that. Her phone battery is out” Andre says to them. They nod. He paces round the room as they did their job. Why didn’t he think that it was possible for him to be out? He should have listened. If anything happens to her it’s going to be my fault because I failed to listen.

He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up. I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me. Name: AVA COLLINS Age: 21 Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature. Grade: A* Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions. Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed. After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.

Ryan spoke from where he stood. “Managed?” Mendoza repeated and frowned. Ryan seemed to have expected a situation like this. In that case, did he have something to do with the girl Freya was paired with? “Nebra Xavier. There's not much information about her. Just that she's a rogue alpha. She's an orphan, and she has a younger sister. Neon Xavier.” Ryan didn't need to say much about Nebra for Mendoza to know Freya was in a deep mess. But that's none of her business.

“Zara… she was cut by it.” Her face turned into something I had not seen before. Her lips shook open, then she gasped bringing her hand to her mouth “Oh no.” I repeated myself like a chant, “It’s fine. She’s fine. Just a little cut. I bandaged her up. It stopped bleeding.” But she didn’t relax. “No, Freya. This is bad. Very, very bad.” Now she was scaring me. “What are you saying?” She swallowed as her voice dropped low. “That vase… Zac is obsessed with it.”

“Say that again.” “That vampire––” Orien shook his head. “The last part.” “Wings?” He nodded. “She…she has wings.” She extended her arms to both sides. “Huge, black wings with sharp, knife-like feathers. She used her wings to pin me to the wall. It…It went right through my shoulder.” Freya swiftly moved her gown to reveal the small, round scar that has healed. “What else is she capable of doing?” He released her, inspecting the scar. She shivered when he ran his finger over her skin. “She’s good at fighting. People who saw her fighting said, she was a force to reckon with.”

“Couldn’t sleep?” The voice was soft, low, unmistakable. She turned. Freya stood at the back door, leaning against the frame. Her hair was still damp, strands curling around her jaw as though she’d just come from the shower. She wore a plain white T-shirt and shorts, nothing remarkable except that everything about her felt sharper in the morning light. Vanessa’s throat tightened. “You’re up early.” Freya tilted her head slightly. “Or maybe I never slept.” Their eyes met, and the silence stretched. Vanessa gripped her glass tighter, as though it were the only thing tethering her to earth. She wanted to say something anything but her tongue felt thick.

I turned around slowly. Freya stood near the doorway, holding a digital chart against her medical coat. She was twenty-three, a junior neuro-researcher assigned to my mother's private floor. She was breathtaking in a quiet, effortless way, with long, dark hair tied back loose, warm almond eyes, and a soft, genuine smile that seemed entirely out of place in a world dominated by grief and cold tactical calculations.

“It's alright sister. Weston Hills is our home and we cannot back down. We have to fight, I know Earnestine won't stop fighting where ever she is.” “I wish you could go back to life,” Freya said before embracing her. Their hug was warm and tight, Janeka's eyes widened when she tried to tell Freya that she was attempting to kill her. “I love you.” Freya said. “I love you too.” Janeka said puffing out. Pulling away from Janeka, Freya pushed Janeka and she fell backward, the emptiness opened and consumed Janeka. Freya smirked before she turned her back walking deeper into the infernal region. She didn't regret what she just did. It was the only option she had.

Soon Amanda walked in followed by Nanny Agatha and a lady of Godly beauty, in her late twenties! My jaws hit the floor seeing her. Even in a simple blue jeans and a pink shirt, without any makeup other than a pink lip gloss, she looked more beautiful than Venus! She had a perfect face with big deer like black eyes, thick and long black eyelashes, fair complexion and thick and long black hair crossing her waist! She had an hourglass figure and a soft and sweet voice! “Good morning Mrs Olivia Bradley! I am Amelia.” Her sweet voice rang like bells of the church, in my ears and the first thought that came to my mind was- RYAN SHOULD NEVER BE PRESENT IN MY ROOM DURING MY THERAPY!

Daphne paused her laughter and turned to Violetta's direction. "Oh, Right! Freya is Elvira's elder sister, one who was sold to the oldest Lycan King by their father. He clearly said that you Aka Elvira would be her most favorite daughter. He said Freya was a mistake." I winced at those words. My father was that bad? "How come I didn't know?!" Violetta asked in surprise and Daphne chuckled. "Because you were still a child at the time Freya was sold, Alpha Wren banned everyone from talking about it too." She explained, but I was far from understanding whatever they were saying.