Refugee Book Characters Novels & Stories

He barked orders, positioning his men in defensive formations. Then I saw them. Not an army. Not monsters. Just people. A group of bedraggled figures emerged from the forest, men, women, children. Their clothes were torn, faces gaunt with hunger. Refugees. "Please!" A woman stumbled forward, falling to her knees. A small child clung to her skirts, no more than five or six years old. "Please, we mean no harm. We just need food. Water. Anything." Ares approached slowly, his sword still drawn. "Where are you from?"

“Fine. But you keep walking.” 23 NOURA We passed others on the road. Refugees, like us. Or maybe not like us. Some looked at me with hollow eyes, their faces gaunt and sunken. Others had an air of desperation, their movements erratic, their eyes darting to Khalid with something between fear and hostility. A man approached us, his hands outstretched. “Please,” he begged, his voice raspy. “Food. Water. Anything.” I froze, my heart pounding.

I am fuming. The refugees arrive shortly after that. There are 10 of them this time, including a rogue wolf. We welcome them, and I am trying to be as positive and cheerful as I can be, but it’s not really working. There was even a tiny baby among them. It feels good to be helping them. Once the day is wrapped up and everyone is settled, I head back home. I have barely eaten anything, trying to keep my stomach empty so the nausea wouldn’t betray me around other people.

That day, I was sitting on top of the wall, eating grapes and brushing Duke’s fur, when Leon came running up to report. “Boss, there are two refugees outside. They say they’re related to you.” My hand paused. I looked down. Outside the barbed-wire fence, two filthy figures in rags were sprawled on the ground, stinking to high heaven. It was Linda and Tyler. They were skin and bones now, their faces covered in grime and infected sores. The second Linda saw me, her clouded eyes lit up. “Hannah! Hannah, is that you?” “I knew you had it in you! I knew you wouldn’t just leave us to die!”

Lucas P.O.V. ‘Cian?’ I open the link, including Mirage in it this time so he knows she is with me. ‘Lulu, I know I’ve kind of abandoned you right now, but damn. Do you miss me that much?’ He links back and Mirage snorts behind me as we slowly walk towards the bridge to the shabby camp. ‘We’re going to have more refugees coming your way - women and children. Some of them are not going to be as friendly minded as the rest.’

A deep growl rolled from my throat. I moved to the children and positioned my body over them, shielding them from falling sparks. Every nerve in my wolf tightened. I was no longer a refugee. No longer only a mate. I was the mother of this pack. Outside I heard flesh tear and bones break as Mason and his warriors cut down those responsible for the flames. “Corin!” Mason’s human voice thundered over the chaos. “Get out of there! The building is coming down!” I was a heartbeat from retreat when I saw it. The center of the roof groaned and began to collapse directly above the children.

A small crowd had gathered, but their faces held curiosity rather than the desperate hope I'd seen in the evacuation zone. "No ceremonies," Zara said firmly as we prepared to disembark. "No speeches or presentations. You're refugees here, same as anyone else." I felt my shoulders relax at her words. "Thank you." As we stepped out of the transports I had a small girl run towards me, “Your the lady that stole the heart of a prince right I’ve heard stories and I’ve seen your photo sir in our history books at school.” I knelt down to the child's level, her bright eyes reminding me of the innocence that had somehow survived in this transformed world. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

The pain was so real that it felt as though her entire body truly was decaying. The decay spread to her mouth, nose, and eyes until she could no longer see anything. Little Dolphin, she had lied. She was in pain. She was really in pain. She wanted candy. She wanted the candy Reginald had given her when coaxing her to take medicine. She wanted it very, very much. ... “Get in!” The man in charge of the smuggling operation spoke in the local language as he kicked the refugees one after another into the cargo plane. “Find a place to sit. If you can’t sit, squeeze in. Don’t cause trouble or make any noise, or I’ll throw all of you out and smash you into meat paste.”

"Vex! What happened? Your arm—" "I'm fine," Vex gasped. "We made it. We actually made it." An older man approached us, dressed in the armor of a city guard captain. He studied us with sharp, intelligent eyes. "Vex," he said, his voice carrying an accent that was different from the one I was used to hearing in the south. "You're a long way from home. And you've brought refugees?" "Fighters," Vex said, still catching her breath. "And supplies. We came from the Reaching Mountains with volunteers willing to fight."

The other side was completely bare, a blank canvas waiting for me. A girl was sitting on the bed on the neat side, engrossed in a thick book. She had soft brown hair tied back in a braid and wore simple gray robes. She looked up as I closed the door behind me, her expression neutral. “Oh,” she said, her voice quiet. “You must be the new girl. I’m Elara.” “I’m Fiona,” I replied, walking over to the empty side of the room. “I know,” she said, not unkindly. “The whole school is already talking about you. The new powerless hybrid who is the spitting image of the girl from the legend.”