Freya Powers Romane & Geschichten

I sat there taking in what she said, I knew she was powerful, but she even has the magic community worried. “How powerful is she going to get?” I asked Cora. “Oh sweetie, you have no idea. She is going to rule us all. My warlock friend told us that we need to do whatever it takes to help Freya. With her in charge, we can all come out of the shadows, we will all be able to live our lives without worrying about being kidnapped and tortured by fallen angels, demons and vampires,” she replied softly. “Is that why your community is so secretive? I had no idea,” I replied with concern.

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.

, Azure replied with a bright but evil smirk on her cheeks. As Freya turned away, her mind filled with uncertainty, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this war than met the eye. However, having no choice but going against her true self and nature in order to protect her pack and be a helpful and reliable daughter, Freya planned to show up for help and be the weapon of destruction for the White moon's pack.

Those words always touched Hattiea's heart with no efforts but yet at the same time it made her question Jayson's intention behind his desperate wishes too. Why does he brings up marriage all the time? "We still have time for that to happen, don't you think-" Hattiea uttered but just before she could have completed her statement properly... The door's slammed open pausing her sentence. Her eyes followed the sound and there was standing a lady in her mid 20s on the doorway of Jayson's office. Tiara Johnson, aged 24. Hattiea knew her as she had been one of their agency's most successful supermodel in past 4 years.

Freya hold her head with both Hands "You are kidding me Right No Not him" Freya yelled inside Tbc

Suddenly, she sprinted out of the room and straight out of the hospital. Ross yelled out her name and tried to follow her, but Griffin was faster. He ran out of the hospital room and straight after Freya. Freya ran with all her might as she ran out of the hospital premises. She ran through the road, refusing to look back as she sensed him after her. "No!" She yelled again, still very surprised that she actually saw the devil today. "Freya stop!" Griffin called, but Freya refused to stop. She wanted to use her powers to support herself, but she needed to keep her fact that she was a witch from everyone, so she could only depend on her half wolf strength.

Kyro keeps his silence for a long moment, and my words slip without my knowledge. "You follow her because it isn't survival you seek; it's death," I breathe, his evil eyes burning through mine. I'm not intimidated by it, as I bore my gaze through his with equal determination. "Who/what is she?" Kyro pauses, keeping his silence as his gaze impairs mine, searching for something, but I don't know what? "Freya is a Fae… wielding two elements," a suffocating air of shock hangs over us. What the fuck shit...?

I will teach her wrong things little by little. Make her doubt. Make her alone. And while she tries to be perfect my way, I will learn about her power. Maybe I tell Viktor. Maybe not. Either way, Freya’s days as loved future Luna are not many. She just does not know. That night in my room I took paper. I must write what I know. Freya Laurent – gray eyes, maybe Moon Goddess blood Silver light when rogue attacked George Laurent – same name, maybe family Power came with big fear She does not know she has it

This was genuinely my first time seeing someone happy to be here, or maybe she had just come to terms with her present situation. I gave her a crooked smile and started cutting the vegetables in front of me. “What’s your name?” I asked, trying to start a conversation. I didn't really have any friends here and since I was probably going to die here, it wouldn't hurt to make one. “Amara.” It suited her. “I’m Freya.” Amara leaned her hip lightly against the counter as she worked beside me. “Been here long?” “A little while.” Would she understand if I told her long enough to know my way around but not long enough to understand exactly what was happening.

It's obvious that the cunning bastard has a smirk on his face by now. “So her powers have finally manifested, that makes things so much easier. She's naive, and she won't know how to control her powers.” I wipe the sweat off my forehead. “I don't think she's naive because she knocked me out with her powers.” Galen remains silent. “I need her back alive,” he mutters quietly. The girl is literally made of fire, how the hell am I going to bring her back without being burnt to a crisp? Galen knew all along that Freya wasn't even human, and he still bothered to send me on this suicide mission without proper intel.