Refugee Book Characters Novels & Stories

hello, all yess it's finally here the sequel to "the king and the rejected she-wolf" you can read this as a stand-alone but I think it will make more sense after reading the other one first. hope you will enjoy to those who read the first one a while ago, I change Kai's name to Aiden. why? hmm I guess the name Aiden just sounded better to me :D //Salani ------- ZARA “Zara, come out and play; we will protect you!” Zack says he and the other boys have just returned from training with daddy and uncle Mack. Grandma Rosa and I played piano today.

The merged realities. Mira looked at them all. “Different failures.” Elena stared. “And the city?” “A refuge.” “Built by whom?” “People who survived them.” Catherine stepped forward. “You said we were functions.” Mira looked at her. “You were once part of the refuge.” Catherine's face hardened. “Once?” “You chose to leave.” The boy with no name stared. “She left me.” Mira looked at him. “No.” The child froze. Catherine turned sharply.

The fist part of the book brought me to tears, with the war first taking place in London, where she looses her family and escapes making her way over to France, journeying alone to different towns, the struggles she endures pain me to think about. She meets a man called Marcel who Bruno had told me about, well told me what I had originally told him before I lots my memory. The way Flo describes him makes my head go foggy, almost like memories coming back into view gradually, I start to see a face in my mind matching that of Flos drawing, I remember meeting him and painting on his walls, his support and help… my memories were slowly coming back, I eagerly flick through each page in hopes that

The clash did not wait politely for the ink to dry. A runner burst in with the panic of someone trying to be brave in front of people she admired. “Bridge Two,” she said. “Refugees. Two dozen. Maybe thirty. They’re from North Verge. They say raiders, or ‘black coats,’ burned their fields. They’re not traders. They have nothing but a plea.” The words cracked the fault line wider. Garret’s chair scraped back. “We promised gates. We promised to be more than our fear.”

Still I have plenty of time to sort out those issues – now my full focus is on the refugees. I arrive at the airfield just as a flight full of new exiles from the continent lands, and I watch in horror and heartache as they disembark the plane. From the looks of it, this is the largest group to arrive so far, and they’re mostly women and children. We’re losing more and more male wolves to this war, the ones who stay behind to fight or die protecting their families. I help the Vanaran volunteers usher the group into the camp, taking a screaming infant from one of the guards who led the group out of Damon’s brutal empire.

Midday, we came across the first sign of life we’d seen in days: a small camp of refugees huddled around a makeshift fire. There were about a dozen of them—men, women, and even a couple of kids—looking ragged and worn, their clothes tattered and their faces gaunt with hunger. They looked up as we approached, their eyes filled with a mix of suspicion and desperation. Ben held up a hand in a gesture of peace, and we stopped a few feet away from the group. “We’re just passing through,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “We heard about a settlement called New Haven. Do you know anything about it?”

Inside The Refugees registration and Interview Main Building, shouts of relief and cries of happiness were a normal occasions through out the day. people who first went into the room as Refugees comes out as the citizen of Aeternum, they waved their approved papers in the air and jumps, some were hugging the papers as their most treasured items in the entire worlds. It’s to be said as the happiest moment for most Refugees here. But at the same time there were also a few that instead of coming of the Interview Room with happiness, instead the ran out for their lives. And every time such things happened the people here didn’t even bothered to look at them nor even cared. Because everyone knows

He's the complete opposite of me, My fur is pure white. This is my first time seeing such a wolf. He's so fast, and ferocious and he looked dangerous. He's contrary to the handsome man I have seen before. As I was watching him and the others, Karen came to me, twisting her blonde hair in her forefinger. "Hey, refugee," she got my attention. "My name is Chloe," I say. "Whatever, I address all the homeless wolves who come here as refugees. I don't want to know your name or am going to call you again, homeless girl,"

Callie spent her days between school and the Tomb. Vin had honored her request and the two of them had not returned to his residence for a while now. When she wasn’t rehearsing, she was downstairs, helping feed or entertain the children. Weeks passed, and each day, Callie watched the number of people in the refuge dwindle. As the city was rebuilt, more and more people left, but the children stayed, they had nowhere else to go. Callie, together with her friends, Ella and Sienna, helped the women who had volunteered to stay behind to care for the kids.

"They are starving rats! I saw them on the manifest. Women. Children. Cripples. You expect me to feed them?" "I expect you to exploit them," I said coldly. Solas paused. He blinked. "Excuse me?" I walked past him, heading straight for the strategic map table in the center of the room. I didn't ask for permission. I took command of the space. "Captain Vane sees refugees," I said, pointing to the map of the Northern border. "I see an asset that money cannot buy. King Solas, these people didn't just flee the North. They escaped Darius's new regime. They have lived inside his police state."