Freya Powers Romane & Geschichten

Freya scrambles back to the corner and pulls the thin blanket tighter around her body as she trembles in fear. "Freya… I know what I look like, look at me," I softly speak, slowly I reach out and pull her chin up to meet my gaze. She whimpers and pulls away, I let the glamour reveal my face so she can see who I am. "Daddy!" Freya's body violently shakes when she throws herself into my arms with tears freely flowing down her face.

Freya turned and saw what was happening and narrowed her eyes in pity but didn’t let it reach her heart because her bloodlust was far higher than her compassion. Licking her lips, she turned to Daphne who was ready to fight Freya. She could tell the difference in power. Freya was the Winter’s Witch, she is the strongest of Gaimore. On Persephone and Tristan’s level. “Well, well, one- actually two are down from your side.” She mumbled, drawing her sword slowly in a charming way. Daphne lowered her gaze and glanced at Vera compassionately.

“You’re the goddess’ wolf, and exactly what I need to gain power.” She stared at him with narrowed eyes, gritting her teeth angrily. That was all he was after… power. There wasn’t anything left in that empty skull of his. “You can’t use me to get what you want,” she spat, moving her body backward to avoid body contact with him. “And you’ll never get the power you’re so desperate for.” “Watch me,” he sneered. “Is that why you keep bothering me?” Freya sounded close to tears, and she winced slowly out of the pain she felt in her wrist. “Stop trying so hard because I’m tired of all your games.”

“I will show you that true power comes from love and compassion, not from darkness and cruelty.” As the battle raged on, Freya’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts, all centered on one goal: to put an end to Constantine’s reign of terror. The loss of Vaemond and the danger facing Agnes’s child only fueled her resolve, pushing her to push her magic beyond its limits. “I won’t let you hurt anyone else,” Freya thought, her voice echoing in her mind. “You may be powerful, but you will never defeat the strength of love and the will to protect.”

she said proudly, causing Tiffany to laugh. Freya Meyer was one of Tiffany's best friends. She was a very short girl with short blonde hair that she usually let roam freely in curls around her face. Her strong spirit and determination allowed her to become the student body president when she ran for it last year, and Tiffany had ended up as her assistant. Freya was also transgender, and so it hadn't been easy. Even now some people sent disgusted looks at her as they passsed, some going so far as to call her 'Fred', which was the name she used to go by. Freya was already accomplished at ignoring these types of people and pretended as if she couldn't see or hear them, but Tiffany still sent de

I was literally caught up in the saddest dilemma, but I prayed in my heart that I get hit by bullets, and that my blood makes ripples on the floor, rather than to have Jaxton grab my hand and take me back to his crib. “Come here.” He snarled. “Now!” My hands shivered and went cold, my breath nearly stopped. I stepped back little by little, rather than obey his orders. It was better I make him realize I’m no longer under his watch, in his damn crib. I’m free from his madness and control over me. “Freya.” He came calm this time. “Come here.” I kept on backing off fearlessly till I tripped on a bold ridden body and fell, but I managed to scramble to my feet and resume backing off.

she announced as soon as she opened the door. She didn't even bother to look at me and just stood there holding the door. “Now?” I asked as I walked towards her. She didn't utter a word, just swept her free hand to the side, an instruction for me to exit my room. I did as commanded, then waited for her to lead the way. I followed behind her in silence, trying to keep my thoughts quiet. As much as I tried to block her out, I couldn't. While being here with Azael, he had made sure that he had a large supply of Witch and Warlock kids for Selene to feed on. Her strength was like nothing I'd witnessed before. She was almost as strong as Azael himself and her Lycan looked as though it had been on

She grinned, but Calla screamed in fright when someone appeared before us. "Freya!!! I glared at her, but the red-haired Fae just laughed, looking at Calla's surprised face. "Hello, Princess. Let me introduce myself. I'm Fteya, I'm Fea, and my power is fire. " I rolled my eyes when she created a ball of fire as big as the basketball ball on her palm. "So boastful are we? " "I'm not. I can create bigger than this, but I'm worried I might hurt Princess Calla. " She said, chin up. Calla giggled and leaned on my ears.

The queen has gone pale, even paler than her Snow White skin had earlier been and she gritted her teeth and strengthened her shield, trying to advance it towards her and switch her defence into an attack. Another crash of the waves of her power and Freya felt pain. She felt like she was burning up as her power swelled again. She couldn’t turn the power off if she wanted to, she couldn’t control it and as the dark waves rose and crashed again, she gazed into the roiling surface of her own magic and she felt fear. She never wanted to find out what would happen if she dove into those depths.

I inquired, turning my face to General Rhodes. “I have a report to make regarding that, my alpha.” General Rhodes replied to me. My face wrinkled as I leaned forward on my chair. “It’s about Freya. The daughter of the traitor.” He continued, and I fell even deeper into a pool of confusion. “And how does the training have anything to do with her?” I asked him, flipping my hands and gently hitting them on my laps. “Alpha Victor. Freya is a curse to this land. Her presence alone is a thorn in our flesh, not to talk of how she is influencing the young wolves to question the pack's rules.” General Rhodes' voice came out sharp and the hall was instantly filled with murmurs.