Breaking Free: Soaring High Novel Novels & Stories

Georgia was by her side, stroking her hair. The activity seemed to move further back where I couldn’t see as well, but finding strength from somewhere I teleported to the top of the dome, desperate to take in what was happening. I watched as Godfrey shot nearly to me at the top and winked. Then with his crazy speed, he rammed his body into the ground, shaking the earth below. I raised my head to look off into the distance toward the human town, just as the solid base underneath me gave out. Before I knew it I was free falling in thin air, powerless to stop it as my energy was wiped. I hit something with a thud, only … it didn’t hurt.

In that moment, the love I had held onto for more than a decade was finally let go. We all enjoyed the meal that night. The heavy burden on my heart had finally lifted. From here on out, there would only be peace, happiness, and a life where everything would fall into place. The end.

The instinct to act. Fighting against something deeper. Understanding. He closed his eyes. Then— The pressure shifted. Cracked. And just like that— The bindings broke. Not from force. From control. He stood. Free. And then— He paused. Didn’t run. Didn’t rush. He thought. The screams continued. But he didn’t react blindly. He turned— Choosing a direction. Not all directions. One. The scene froze. Then dissolved. Silence returned. Heavy. Unforgiving.

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 hated the tears just as much as I hated watching her cry on my father's key. "It won't be long now. There is a way out, just under this beautiful bridge. A way to the sweet succulent freedom I crave for, freedom from the pain and nightmare that haunts me, I would be released from my guilt and I would be set free. Beyond this point I am standing is the serenity and peace I deserve and good lord! I can't wait to get there" I heard every nonsense she was yelling but I was more worried about the key disappearing forever.

Her feet flew in a blur of twists and bends in the alley. Freedom fueled her feet. In a burst, she was out into the crowded streets, disappearing among them. At last, she slowed, gasping for breath. She looked around at unfamiliar surroundings. She was free. Free from Fabian's clutches. Free from the suffocating walls of the mansion. A smile spread across her face. Loretta slipped into the sea of faces, forgetting her past. As she vanished, she whispered to herself: "I'm free. I'm finally free."

"Eh... I found them!" She shot off into the sky. Using the "Flame Walk" Ren taught her. Little motes of fire appeared after each step. Ren just floated up with his Ion energy over the rooftops. Keeping her in eyesight as he did so. Felicity landed in the courtyard of a family. The homes were pretty worn out and falling apart. no servants. Just an old blind man and a little boy playing. The child was maybe 2 or so. A frail woman came from the back. Body beaten that hid a very once beautiful woman.

Regret crashed over me like relentless waves. As the years rolled on, it felt like relentless waves were pummeling me, each threatening to drown me. However, no other girl came to my rescue. No girl swam through the storm to pull me to safety. In the moments before I drifted away, my head throbbed with pain, and I could barely make out the sound of a sweet but frantic female voice. "Doctor, we'll pay whatever it takes. Just... Please wait. I'll sell this bracelet and be right back with the money for his treatment."

"I have nothing to lose, and everything to gain." A slow smile spread across Ghost's face, the blue light momentarily illuminating a glint of admiration in his eyes. A flicker of a plan seemed to spark in his gaze. Anya, a new recruit in the fight for freedom, knew this was just the beginning. The rebellion had a new weapon, a former slave with a thirst for vengeance and a stolen blade at her side. The fight for New Shanghai had just begun. Author: Gideon Fiadzomor Copyright protected

~Vance’s Point of View~ I rubbed my nose into my beautiful mate’s hair, taking a deep breath. Holding her while she slept had to be one of the hottest things. Everything about her screamed mine. I honestly had no idea what she saw about this world that was so special. Stuffy people, so many rules. Fuck rules. The Sky Light is freedom, it's living how you want. *Not for everyone,* Rowe said, perking up.