Freedom Eren Novels & Stories

Could deepfake an entire identity net in under an hour. Freya: Icelandic demolitions tactician. Carved kill-counts into her own skin. Zara: A sniper from the Moroccan underworld. Never missed. Never smiled. Vera: A defrocked nun with a past tied to Lorenzo’s mother and a Vatican kill list. They gathered in the lower compound beneath the De Rossi vineyard. No uniforms. No ranks. Just a single vow sealed in blood: “No god. No king. No mercy. Only the Queen and the child.”

"Prisoners in jail are given food, shelter and clothes. They just have to do some chores like what we do in the house as mortals. But they are not truly free. Elena had been listening for days on end now. Red never stopped talking and the pool was too good to leave. Besides, she's alone in the Palace. Everyone was scared of it. Climbing back to her room and sat with her books sounded a nice deal. However, it was too disrespectful to leave Red on there. Red, Elena learned, was a little girl with powers. She never took her hoodie so she could not see her face. The last time she saw her was the night of her Ascension. She must have followed her and knew her identity for Elena had no recollectio

"Ceren" "Fine Ceren, you have my word. Carefully think of what you want and once you've made up your mind, do not hesitate to keep me informed. Anything other than granting your freedom is fine and I'll grant it, I promise." "Thank you first master" Number thirteen said elated. Maybe all hope was not gone, now that she can use her reward as immunity to fight against Lucia, she would slowly and steadily climb up the ladder. Who knows, a day might come when she could regain her freedom.

"Do not try to contact the police. You don't know what kind of family I'm from and what we are capable of doing." "Are you trying to tell me that you will kill us if we call the police? I thought you were on our side, Erin." I said. "I am on no one's side," she said curtly. "I killed my father because I hated him. He was a despicable man. Pure evil. My whole life, he kept me in my house, locked up like a porcelain doll. I barely had a life. But now I'm finally free. I could have all of his money and all the freedom I wanted. And I will not give that up for anybody. Not even you," Erin declared.

Donnie wanted his freedom, but he had to fight and kill 2Pac in a tournament to gain freedom for himself and his daughters. Irena would hold a fighting tournament every year with prisoners. She would choose a prisoner and he or she would have to fight and kill her robot, 2Pac, in front of a massive audience of captives to win their freedom. Irena’s robot fought many prisoners year after year, and so far no one has won.

It is a complicated procedure yet simple to those who are experienced since for them they can categorize people just by looking straight into their eyes. "Welcome. It is good to see you" she welcomed me as she showcased her brilliant smile and squeezed her dimples and left eye simultaneously. "People of your kind are very limited yet important. I need you to understand that the world is controlled by people of your nature. Therefore, you are fortunate to be here and you stand a better place of being lifted from your current situation to a better situation. A place of comfort and freedom ". I nodded my head in agreement especially when I heard the word freedom simply because that is what I la

"That gaping hole in your souls? That constant, tearing pain? Do you know what that is?" They stared at me, lost. "It's the price of my freedom." "You're the ones who pushed me out of the cage. This is the price you pay for the chains I broke." "And I will never, ever give it back." With that, I turned away, not giving them another glance. Ben came to my side, placing a hand gently on my shoulder. A simple, warm, human touch. We walked away, down the beach, toward the twinkling lights of the town.

one of the leaders spoke up, “it will mean you are refusing the marriage and reclaiming your freedom.” Silence followed. Heavy. Pressing. “You don’t want this life, do you?” Eric continued, his voice softer now—persuasive. “I’m giving you a way out.” He extended his hand toward her. “You can decide.” A beat. “Surrender the brooch and take your freedom.” His lips curved faintly. “Don’t be afraid. As one of the sector leaders, I can protect you.” Seren’s gaze drifted back to Rafael. He simply raised his glass and took a slow sip.

I don't want Lucian, and I don't want anyone to decide how a white wolf like me should live. Now, I finally did it. I didn't become someone else's mirror image. I didn't stay trapped in a story written for me. I followed the wind into a life I chose. The wind proved that freedom wasn't losing the ability to love. In fact, it was the exact opposite. It was becoming yourself first and then still finding the courage to give your love away.

I felt no sadness—instead, there was an indescribable sense of liberation. In my previous life, Vivian and I were adopted by the Holt family after our parents died in the line of duty. Vivian had a silver tongue and knew exactly how to charm people, winning over Sebastian's parents so completely that they treated her better than their own daughter. Sebastian's mother, Penelope Kane, even harbored early hopes of having Vivian marry Sebastian. However, with just one simple statement from Vivian: "I don't want to compete with my sister," she managed to make Sebastian willingly choose me instead.