Freedom Eren Novels & Stories

She avoided my eyes. “I… I’m sick. I need him.” “I saw your vlog. Let me ask you this. If you were in my shoes, what would you think? Friends? Lovers? Or a married couple?” “We’re not as dirty as you think. He has never done you any wrong. Not even once.” “So, that doesn’t count as betrayal?” “We’re just friends.” She turned to leave. Then, she stopped. “Orion asked me to bring you soil. I’ve brought some. Use it or don’t. It’s up to you.”

I sat back down, let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. It wasn’t the first fight I’d had with Alexander. Wouldn’t be the last. But this one mattered. Because this time, I wasn’t just defending a decision. I was defending her. Freya. Not as an accessory to my life, not as someone I needed to shield from the weight of our world—but as someone capable, powerful, and entirely deserving of her place within it. She didn’t ask me to do this. Hell, she probably would’ve told me to find a gentler way, a more diplomatic route. But there comes a point when diplomacy feels like cowardice.

“Sister… you have always been the most important person to me in the world. But now it’s different. I have friends, I have Loki, I have a career and dreams… I will always be Wanar, even if my bloodline isn’t. So, no matter what, I won’t go.” “His Majesty ordered me—not unless absolutely necessary—to prevent your awakening… Do you truly insist?” “I don’t want to be anyone else either,” I said firmly, staring at her. “I am Ena. Only Ena.” Freya sighed softly. Then she cupped a sphere of ice-blue light, chanted a spell, and hurled it at me. I didn’t even have time to dodge. A sharp pain shot through my waist. Thinking I was bleeding, I lifted my shirt—only to see that the diamond-shaped mark on

People were screaming. Bodies covered the ground. A child cried beside her dead mother. Aurelia appeared behind Elena. “This is what choice gives you.” Elena's heart broke. “You think suffering proves freedom?” “No.” “You think pain means people shouldn't have choices?” “No.” Aurelia looked at her. “I think people cannot be trusted with freedom.” Elena slowly turned. “And that's why you became the thing you feared.” Aurelia's eyes flashed. “I became necessary.” “No.” Elena stepped toward her.

Worlds without creators. Worlds without destiny. Worlds where people simply existed. Made mistakes. Loved. Hated. Died. Returned. Changed. Forgot. Remembered. No one controlled them. No one watched them. No one told them what their lives were supposed to mean. Elara's eyes filled with tears. "So this is freedom." A voice behind her answered. "No." She turned. The older version of herself stood there. "It is what freedom becomes when nobody is watching." Elara stared at her.

But there were other things that linked me to Grace too, other insidious things. I had a lively, bubbly personality, but I had trained myself to be submissive and quiet like Grace. I even wore my hair like her. It was pathetic, to be trying so hard to become someone else. I resolved, there and then, that beginning from next week, I would live only for myself. I would be Valeria Morre, not Grace.

Not because he was fat or he had a dead brother, not because he was weird or he had a nickname that mocked his entire identity. Because she didn’t care about all that. She knew he had fallen for her and she helped him out of it. To fall for another she couldn’t see. Irene. Katharina Stones. She couldn’t see but only believed when she was faced with the truth. That she was real. NOW And she looked up from the text she was about to write to Sally. She had gotten her new number from her best friend, Jeffrey. And after two years, she was actually willing to make amends. To finally embrace the person she was in Rennè.

Then a tyrant. Then a child living peacefully with Kael. Then a version of himself who never existed. Auren looked away. “Why show me this?” “Because I want you to understand.” “Understand what?” Eryon's expression became serious. “Freedom isn't the ability to choose.” Auren stared at him. “Then what is it?” “It's the ability to live with the consequences.” The white room trembled. Eryon raised his hand. Three doors appeared. The first showed Kael.

But when she saw Ethan approaching, she stepped over and patted him on the shoulder. "You've come to your senses lately, haven't you? It's good that you and Mais made up. She seems even happier now than before you got married—she's even put on a little weight. Seeing the two of you like this finally puts your father and me at ease," Irene said. Ethan's smile became bitter. "Yeah." "Have you cut ties with those other women?" "Yes. It's all over." "That's good. Mais stood by you through tough times. If you ever threw her away for those other women, people would criticize you behind your back."

“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...”