Freedom Fighter Avatar 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.”

It would be a surprise. - Two days later, I was back in the city I hadn't seen in years. On my way to Chandler's house in a cab, I sent him a message. [Where are you right now?] Two hours later, his black cat avatar buzzed and replied, [At home.] I couldn't help but smile as I typed back, [Guess where I am right now?] Chandler's reply was, [I guess... you're in Dewbrook?] [Wrong. I'm home! Get ready for me!]

Yet, sometimes they still called me with name since I said it was okay to use my real name here. My avatar, a miniature dragon, flickered its tail, acknowledging the call. Bear, rabbit, eagle, tiger, and more roamed this space, each avatar as unique as its user. Our leader, Number 1, had chosen a majestic white tiger that stood upright on two legs with white robe. "Number 10, have you adjusted well to the sleeping capsule I sent over four months ago?" inquired Number 2, his voice emanating from an old monkey avatar with notably long arms.

Did he really think I was speaking rhetorically? "An Avatar is like you and me, but they can do so much more, you could be a berserker with magic, you could be a wizard with swordsmanship, there's even this girl in the capital, a tank healer and she can control spirits, imagine this talent when she is older!"

Freedom was about knowing exactly where you belonged, exactly who you loved, and exactly what you were willing to fight for. And I knew exactly who I was. I was Azariah Ashford. And my reign had only just begun.

I fortunately evaded it and it landed on the nearest tree on my back which had my eyes widen. The tree bark just shattered, making the tree shake. It could have been my face. I faced the Warrior rogue and saw his pitch black, sparkling eyes. “Ahh!” I quickly moved away before he could smash my face. He was unimaginably strong for someone who’s gotten half of his body burned. This was the effect of the perfected Freedom. They are going to be as strong as trained lycans. They will have a bit of a more consciousness unlike the ones we’ve already encountered. Maybe they’re even stronger.

That was hope. Capital H Hope. Sitting across from me. Nine years old. Survivor. Fighter. Redeemer. My daughter. Not Marcus's weapon. Not the Consortium's target. Not the government's property. Just Hope. My Hope. Our Hope. Free. Human. Alive. And that was enough. For today. For now. For this moment. Tomorrow would bring new threats. New battles. New pain. But today we had this. Freedom. Family. Hope. Real hope. The kind that survives anything. The kind that keeps fighting. The kind that refuses to quit.

After about an hour of searching, Freddie found a room that looked filled with holding cages, as wild animals that to his horror held his friends, soldiers with whom he used to train. Pale dragon shifters, barely alive, almost naked, some even mutilated and with missing limbs. Freddie felt his blood boiling with the fire of revenge at Y but he had fellows to save first, so that is what he did. He allowed Nathaniel and Gideon to open the cage doors for them and then helped them make a beeline towards the path he had taken to reach there, so he could get off of the island with the survivors he had found.

We shared a glance and she looked away in shame. Her courage had failed when I needed her, but I couldn’t blame her. I’ve seen too much over the past few weeks. If someone’s ability to look after themselves is stripped away and broken it’s not fair to ask them to become superheroes at the drop of a hat. She did what she could. I forgave her immediately. As we walked by, I stuck out my hand and squeezed it, giving her a small smile. Her eyes filled with tears as she squeezed back. Then I left her to contemplate what she wanted her life to be now she was no longer tied to her mate, to this pack and the compound of whores she had been made to call home.

Love is dead for me from now on and I promise no matter what,I will never stay. Even if it meant loosing my wolf, I will be free from here. I promise. The epitome of female empowerment will not face the fate she saved others from. She will be a Rebel , till the last day of her life. She will Rebel against her mate,she will Rebel against her father. She will Rebel against the entire world if she has to. But she will never open up her heart for anyone. Never again.