Refugee Book Characters Novels & Stories

Everything at once. Amara met them at the airport. "Welcome to my home. Prepare yourselves. This will be unlike anything you've experienced." She wasn't exaggerating. The first program visit. Refugee camp. Thousands of families. Displaced by Boko Haram violence. Lost everything. Living in tents. Surviving on aid. The kids were shocked. Silent. Processing. Seeing poverty they'd only imagined. Real. Immediate. Overwhelming. "How do people live like this?" Elena whispered. Thirteen years old. Sheltered. Privileged. Confronting reality she'd never known.

Damien and I watch from the upper floor as the stretchers arrive. Warriors are carried in on them, blood soaking their uniforms and smeared on their faces as their lips let out pain-filled sounds. Refugees trickle in too. Women and pups from the outpost towns and villages. Scared, wide-eyed, and crying as they clutch what little they could carry in small bags. Bits of conversation float in from below and my heart breaks as I listen to them. "The rogues appeared as if from thin air," one of the warriors says, wheezing as he clutches at the gash in his side.

I hear a few chuckles as my cheeks flush. "Yes ma'am," I mumble, turning my attention back to her. She's lecturing on the novel we've just started earlier this week. I've already read this novel, 'Of Mice and Men' so I zoned out on her lecturing. Drake smirks at me before turning his head forward.

It was small and remote, the kind of place where people went to disappear. "Where are we?" I asked. "The Refuge," Aeden said. "It's a settlement for rogues and exiles. People who've been cast out of their packs. People like us." "Will we be safe here?" "Safe?" He almost smiled. "No one is ever safe. But we'll be less hunted. That's something." The village was smaller than I'd expected. A dozen huts, a communal fire pit, a small garden that someone had tended with care. The people who lived there were wary at first, their eyes tracking our every move.

“Fucking hell! Bring me water!” One of the younger men moved and brought a bottle of our water. The rest of them made no effort to help. Luna Chloe making me assistant leader was practically for show. I did not have any real authority with these men. As I lifted the old man, I looked at Hannah. She was still brushing her gown, muttering something about his filthy hands. My jaw tightened but I swallowed my anger, carrying the man back to the tent that his fellow refugees showed me. Inside the tent, there was an old woman and a teenager. Once the woman saw us, he struggled to her feet. “Andrew,” she cried, trying to claw towards us.

"Are you alright?" Carlos nods as an answer, looking at both of us. "We have some... refugees. But they're not just refugees." "Who are they?" Diamond asks. "It's a woman named Ruth with a man named Henry. And they're with the old woman who tried to hurt Alice before. The one they called Nana."

Bloodthorn’s envoy left with the same arrogance she’d walked in with. The words she’d carried, the threats she’d wrapped in “truce” and “honor,” stayed behind like smoke. So did the fires. *** Refugees kept coming. Not in the flood from the first burned village, but in a steady trickle. Families with what little they could carry on their backs. Old men with haunted eyes. Children who flinched at loud noises. They all carried the same story.

The first two vans are carrying twenty-six refugees; the children, elderly, pregnant women, or those that are otherwise unable to fight. True to his word, Reid introduces me to the eight members of his pack that will be hosting members of my own, so I’ll know what direction to send my people in once they arrive based upon the list that Reid created. I’m terrible at remembering names, so I’ve gotta ask each of them multiple times before I get them down- and even then, I’m still blanking on one or two. I’ll definitely need Reid’s help for this. “They’re here!” one of the Stillwater residents announces, glancing out the large picture window in front of the packhouse. I think her name is Martha-

As I held my daughter close, her tiny hand wrapping around my finger, I couldn't believe I had ever considered abandoning her, even for a second, even though I hated her mother with every fiber of my being. But that didn't make Sophia any less mine, any less precious. Madison wasn't fit to be a mother or a wife to anyone, she was a monster wearing pretty skin, and if Maxwell hadn't already dealt with her, I would have to do it myself. I walked past the refugees chilling outside the shelter in the open courtyard. Some of them were roasting marshmallows around a small campfire, the smell of smoke and sugar thick in the air, with kids laughing and chasing each other around them. It was almost n

Being caught as a rouge, alone, on pack territory signs your death certificate because the warriors kill first and ask questions later. Kimmy paces up and down the room while Nick and I continue watching cartoons. Kimmy's mate is one of the lead warriors so I understand her anxiety. I feel it about Aidan too. I'm very worried about him but I push it aside because my worry doesn't help anything. Instead I stand to make Kimmy a cup of tea. She smiles in thanks when I hand her the mug.