Dreaming Freedom Characters Novels & Stories

The world beyond those walls felt so close, and yet impossibly far. Florita’s words echoed in her mind over and over. “You can choose freedom…” “Or… you can choose to go back. To him.” Freedom. How many times had she dreamed of it? That desperate day when she fled from the Moonlight Pack, her heart pounding, lungs burning — she had run not just from Aldrake but from the cage her life had become. Years of being used, manipulated, chained by others’ decisions — all she had ever wanted was to breathe without fear, to walk without chains around her soul.

"You're the one who made the first move. Ever since Sean left me, I wished you would die every single day! You still don't know about this, do you? When your loving mother heard you were trafficked across to the Northern Barrens, a vein in her brain popped, and it started bleeding! She's still in the ICU right now! No one in this world is coming to save you!" My heart went cold. I went through every humiliation one could imagine in the Northern Barrens. They broke all ten of my fingers and shattered the bones in my legs. In the end, I died because of all their torture. Everything was thanks to Flora. I died with my eyes wide open, filled with nothing but hate! Now that I had regressed and wa

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.’

"Even three years?" "Even three years. Though I'm glad we don't have to test it further." "Me too. Ten days is plenty close enough." "Ten days until forever." "Forever. I'm ready for forever." "Me too. Finally." That night, I dream of Sofia. But not as a villain. As a friend. Someone who understands what it's like to be controlled. To fight for freedom. To build a life on your own terms. When I wake, I feel lighter. One more complication resolved. One more ghost put to rest.

Kyle did not leave right away. The next morning, the southern passage permit was temporarily delayed. Lina had nightmares during the night, he said. She dreamed rogues dragged her into Shadow Marsh, and her wolf spirit had become unstable. Kyle brought her back to my house. I was upstairs packing when his voice floated up from below. "Don't be afraid. I'm here. No rogue will touch you." Lina sniffled. "Will Serena hate me even more? Does she think I'm doing this on purpose to keep you here?"

She could see a row of white walls and red-tiled rooftops outside her window, and right outside her apartment building was a cozy cafe selling their famous hot chocolate and blueberry pancakes. Here, there were no pack hierarchies, no complicated pack rules and regulations to follow, and no strange eyes following Nora around just because she didn't have her dad with her. Nora really liked it here. She practically skipped to school with a new backpack on her back. The school here had pups from different packs, pups that descended from different bloodlines, and even a handful of human kids and mixed breeds as well. The teacher drew pictures with them, gave them swimming and paddling lessons, a

It felt exactly like the stoke of his hand against her nipples. “Are you okay?” Fiona asked with a frown and Freya’s cheeks coloured guiltily. She had no business thinking such thoughts in the presence of such a little kid. “Of course. Come here, let’s go to bed.” She urged again. Freya did plan to stay awake and find Riordan after Fiona slept off but it seemed her body had other plans as she succumbed to her exhaustion and passed out. In her dreams, she heard wings in the sky, hooves coming for her. It didn’t matter that it was a dream, her terror was real and she abandoned her fighting stance, turning tail.

For who she might never be again. For the war she brought home. “I want to be free,” she whispered. But the storm answered, rumbling in the distance. And Xavier’s voice slithered back: “Freedom is a lie, Freya. You were born to kneel.” Silence wrapped around her like chains. It pulsed. Crawled up the walls. Squeezed her until she forgot the sound of her own voice. No visitors. No light. No lies. But the worst lies lived in her own mind.

"Because you prepared a fireworks show just for me. It's even grander than the ones seen in theme parks. I bet the whole city saw the fireworks!" "And that made you happy?" "Of course!" Macy rested her head on Ethan's shoulder and said, "Thank you, Mr. Ford." "It's not me who you have to thank." "Then, who should I thank?" Who should she thank? The image of him and Maisie envisioning their future in the basement of Shelkin City appeared in his mind. … Back then, he was still a young man who had nothing. He held Maisie in his arms and rested his chin on her fluffy hair as he envisioned a bright future for the both of them.

“Do you have the strength to let go?” Tears streamed down Lena’s face as she reached for the thread. She saw images of her family, including the disillusioned expressions on her parents' faces, Caleb's selflessness, and Kaden's steadfast support. "I want to be free," her voice was shaking as she muttered. "I don't want to forget, though." “Freedom comes with sacrifice,” the voice said gently. “Choose.” Lena took a deep breath, her hand hovering over the thread. “I choose...”