Freya Powers Novels & Stories

Her true name. The scene changed again, fire, sky torn in two, shadows writhing. She stood in the eye of a storm, untouched. Her blood lit the earth like wildfire. Her scream cracked mountains. And then... chains. Betrayal. Her power got sealed. Her soul sent forward. Freya fell to the ground, sobbing. As she clutched her throat and rubbed her chest to breathe. She felt suffocated, drained. Dying. She wasn't a child. She knew she had something powerful inside her, but she couldn't name it because she didn't know what it was.

She just had to conjure it from where it was hiding. Having noted that, she closed her eyes, and stretched her hands both ways, beginning to hum a lovely tune that will help her concentrate, as she located the power that she believed was within her, all the while attuned to Lekan’s position in the field. “I don’t have time for this.” Lekan punched his hands together, and walked towards Freya sharply, about to render her into ashes with just one blow to her head. When his hand was lifted up, with Anthony about to enter the field with the blue flame circling in his hands, Freya instantly flew straight up like a rocket. She was propelled by a blue flame coating and fanning from her legs.

"Apart from lightning, she controls the mist. And she can draw power from the moon to heal." "I think this is just the beginning of her powers," Asher said from the bed. "It is actually." Freya agreed. "There will be many more. With what occurred this night, I can safely say she has the power of life and death in her hands. You saw how badly you were hurt, and you couldn't even heal yourself. Which is why her identity must be kept a secret. People would not understand her, and the greedy ones would want the power for themselves." Alden sighed and straightened on the bed. "When will you leave for for faerie's haven?"

A shiver ran down my spine and I’m not certain it was a bad one. “Freya.” I replied straightening my spine. “Mmm… What a powerful name, Freya.” He said with small moan. My body full blown betrayed me and instantly butterflies began dancing in my stomach. “I’m sorry we met under these circumstances, Freya. I can’t fully explain it but I feel drawn to you. Did you put a summoning spell on me?” He asks. “I don’t use summoning spells.” I scoff, rolling my eyes. ”They’re timing is unpredictable and I’d prefer not to have a random monster show up while I’m in my apartment. Although somehow you’ve found me anyway?”

Freya “It’s okay. You never have to do anything that you don’t want to do here.” He uttered but he seemed disheartened, and I hated that, that my own fear and stupid reactions were causing someone else hurt. People shouldn’t be able to hold this kind of power, abusers shouldn’t have an effect on their victims and their families’ months down the line and yet I knew that unless I faced my fears, I would end up jumping at my own shadow for the rest of my life.

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.

“My name is Freya, by the way.” “Another By-the-way?” I laughed, remembering Albert. “What?” “Never mind. Inside joke,” I said. “So, tell me, why didn’t Nana ever talk about you? Where have you been?” Freya sighed. “My mother thought I was a disgrace.” “Why?” She shrugged. “Because she thought I was betraying the order of the Moon Pack. We are all gifted with different powers. Some with healing powers, some with the gift of sorcery and others with the power to read minds.”

“So what kind of power does Freya have?” “Your power is that of the light; it falls under creative.” “Then, if I can master it, I can turn it into transformative-illusive; I can create decoys?” “Yes, but mastering powers take several lifetimes.” “But Freya had already lived a thousand ones. She would have already mastered that skill by this time...” “Of course, but that is Freya. You are Shia, and that makes all the difference...” “Ah, I get what you mean... Then, I need to awaken her, right?”

“Not the blood. This land thrives from BlueBloods and only them. If someone else tried to rule, the land would go against them, the crops wouldn’t grow, the currents would destroy cities with its harsh waves-,” “Do you expect me to believe that? It’s land Queen Fara, not a person.” Her eyes grew hard at my words and her face coiled in such a way that I never knew was possible for her. “The elements that run through you are not people, and yet they control you, not the other way around. If they have that type of power, what makes you think the land that BlueBloods were created on doesn’t?” I tried to come up with an excuse but couldn’t find a single one. She was right. The elements that ran t

"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.