Dreaming Freedom Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

“They’re not afraid of us anymore.” “No,” I said softly, squeezing his hand. “They’re not. And neither are we.” It was strange, this new world we were walking into. There were still challenges ahead—rival factions, old enemies who would never give up power so easily—but for the first time, I didn’t feel afraid. I felt ready. I had always dreamed of freedom, of a life where I was in control of my own destiny. And now, that dream was within reach. Not because I had magic or power, but because I had chosen to fight for it. And so had Lucien.

Chino listened, felt something warm settle in his chest. After, Liam left for work. Chino stayed home—remote day, no calls till noon. He opened his laptop. Started a new folder: “New Chapter.” Inside: notes for a small blog, maybe a book someday. Not about running. About arriving. About what comes after the verdict. He wrote the first line: We didn’t burn out. We learned how to glow. Afternoon came. Chino walked to the park. Sat on a bench, watched kids play, dogs chase balls. Thought of Freedom. Thought of Wale. Texted him quick:

KENZ POV CHAPTER FOUR I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was the email. Freedom. New York. Life outside Greenville. It was as if my daydreams had finally come to pass. The thought alone gave me butterflies in my stomach. I couldn’t explain how excited I was, but at the same time, I was anxious. I sat on the edge of my bed at 4 a.m., staring at my phone for the hundredth time.

Now, it was useless, so I handed it over to Duncan. Duncan was surprised. "For me?" "Yeah." I nodded, then got in the car to head to the airport. - At 10:00 PM, just as I was about to board, a frantic figure rushed into the crowd. His face was twisted in agony, his voice breaking as he screamed my name. "Alina!" Everyone at the airport turned to look at him, except for me. I knew it was Chandler. He called out from behind, begging me to take him with me.

" I slammed the door in his face, leaving him and Wendy staring at each other in the hallway. The neighbors whispered among themselves, and they glared at the two of them with obvious disgust. Jacob banged on the door, begging me to let him in. I ignored him. Only when he heard me slam the bedroom door did he punch the wall in frustration and leave. Calmly, I turned on the bedside lamp and started flipping through a magazine. The reason I dared to cause such a scene today… was because I had been reborn. In my past life, it was when Jacob left to be with Wendy that the house caught fire. Locked inside, I burned to death.

Chapter 194 The night air rushed past my face, cold and electric, biting at every inch of exposed skin. Freedom had been so close I could taste it, so close I had already imagined us running into the darkness, disappearing from the nightmare that had held us for weeks. The grass beneath my bare feet was wet and uneven, but I barely noticed, my arms full of little Mira, my heart pounding in my chest as if trying to burst free.

Liberty POV Why do they keep calling us little one, it’s infuriating. Justice growls. It’s nice having someone to talk to. Justice is fierce, she tells me I’m strong, like her. She wants us to be free. Not kind of free I dream of, the kind that has the earth beneath our feet, nobody chasing us, living our life, far far away from here. Without justice I would never have gotten away from that place.

“How dare you, you little brat. I will destroy you. Charles won’t be able to save you. You are just a stupid girl. His just too blind to see that. I hate the way he acts like you are special. I will make his obsession with you stop. You will not have more power than me” “You don’t deserve power Melissa” Her hand connects with my face. The slap echo’s through the room. “Mark my words Liberty. I will take all the power away from you and Charles. Is she really that crazy? That she thinks Charles and I are working together. Working together towards what exactly? But her outburst did give me an idea. If they both planned to take the other out of the equation. Maybe I could further pit themselves

What freedom might taste like. I opened my eyes as the dream dissolved. My room was dimly lit by the moonlight that spilled through the window, almost full tonight. I never saw the moon from my room back in House Rose. But here in Nikolai’s house, my windows were so big I could see the whole sky. I lay still, staring at it, my chest aching with an old wound that never really closed. Freya had waited. I had waited too. And instead of freedom, Vaelor came and Freya was sold to him.

Sorry for existing. Tears blurred her vision as she continued down the road, each step taking her further from everything she'd ever known. Freedom, she was discovering, came with a terrifying price. ‘This isn't freedom. This is just a different kind of prison.’