Dreaming Freedom Characters Novels & Stories

There were no Belvarians and no Jorvikians, no masters and no slaves—just people, free to love and live. As we sat there, basking in the rare and beautiful simplicity of the evening, I couldn’t help but wish that this was how our world could always be. A world where freedom wasn’t a dream but a reality. Deep down, I hoped this vision wasn’t just a fleeting fantasy, but a dream we could one day make come true.

"What if I just want to be free? Free from everyone’s expectations. Free from the chains of my past." For a moment, Diego’s expression hardened. The silence between us crackled with the weight of unspoken words, the history of our strained relationship hanging thick in the air. "Freedom is an illusion, Henry," he replied, his voice rough but resolute. "We all have our roles to play. You don’t have to like it, but you can’t run from it. You are who you are—whether you accept it or not."

Everyone stood awed at them, gathering around the platform in front of the glass. “They look like ordinary people, but underneath that flesh they’re nothing but monsters. The legend of them reaching back to as far as then fourteen hundreds.” I felt my body heat and my fist ball up at my sides. “Hello? What’s going on?” Raven’s soft voice traveled through the glass and I heard gasps from Queen Fara. “They are no such thing! Those two children are humans. More so than you’ll ever be!”

Nina had always dreamed of freedom. Nina could remember the time before she was eighteen years old. A day that remained in her memories would be the day before her birthday. She was turning eighteen the next day and her Alpha King Uncle had promised to give her her freedom. She would be free from working as a maid and would be allowed to find her mate. It was all she had ever wanted, to be with her mate and be free. She remembered how happy she had been when she had checked the calendar that morning and how she had imagined her future, although the scary voice of Ms. Clara had disrupted her moment, Nina was still giddy. But not even an hour later she had found out that she had never had a ch

The dream of freedom, however, lingered in his every thought, a flame that refused to be extinguished. Bojan, the beggar with mysterious insights, had crossed paths with Alcides in the dark alleys of Pratas. Bojan's words had struck deep chords within Alcides, revealing the unseen chains that bound him. The beggar spoke of destinies entwined, of choices made and consequences faced. Alcides couldn't shake off the feeling that Bojan held the key to unraveling the mysteries of his past.

Every species that endures learns to dream collectively before it dies alone. The light swelled, flooding her senses. Images flashed — forests regrowing overnight, oceans calming, children learning without schools, music made of pulse and breath. Lumen’s voice grew tender. We do not replace you, Sophia. We become your echo. She smiled faintly, tears like starlight trailing down her cheeks. “Then echo this — keep them free.” Freedom is resonance without fear, it answered. And you are its first note. --- Ottawa — Reality Reemerging

“You wanna know what we call it?” I didn’t respond. More like I couldn’t. What they injected to me didn’t just calm me down. It wouldn’t even make me move. I could barely open my mouth nor speak. It shut Jia down. ”We call it The Freedom. You know why?” He walked in front of me. I watched as his eyes sparkled. Thinking of the things that are in their plans to be made. ”It will allow us to be free from the injustices of this kingdom. To be free to do what we want without having to follow or bow down to anyone. We are going to be much stronger, quicker and powerful than that puny boy king of Vamos.”

He had been gone for twenty years, but my mother had never forgotten him. "Mom, Dad has been gone for a long time—" She raised a finger to her lips and whispered, "Shh. Your father came to see me last night. He said it's time for us to be free." The dam inside me broke, and tears poured down my face. She knew. She had known all along. She was simply protecting the last scraps of my dignity in her own way. That evening, when I returned home, I began packing. … As expected, Evelyn had not come back. Perhaps she was still in that hotel room with that man, finishing what they had started.