Refugee Characters Novels & Stories

“Sorry about your loss. But just because our city sheltered you doesn’t mean you have to break our laws.” “I was hungry,” the girl pleaded in her defense. “I will never do it again. I promise.” “You know we’re Libra, right?” the second Libra member hissed. When the Libra members drew close, they gave in out of fear. Since they had little money, that girl would be doing community service for a day. There was nothing we could do to help them. “We should get going,” Wilt said. I heaved a forlorn sigh, realizing the growing number of people here were refugees. I wished the Red Flight Crisis would end as soon as possible.

The humans who got free ran toward the triplets, who were calling them over, helping them into different vehicles. Thea felt something in the woods. A wave of emotion. Panic. Fear. Pain. Screams for help. Some of the refugees were captured in the woods and being dragged back. The slowest, weakest humans. The ones who couldn’t outrun the patrolmen. She felt them calling out to her to help. They weren’t back on pack lands yet, but they would be soon. Thea looked around. Everyone else was occupied—a tangled mess of wolves and humans fighting. They were needed here.

Sometimes, in the lull between visitors, she caught Mira watching her with a look she didn’t know how to answer. Every night the boat filled with refugees: old men who had never left their ward before; teens with faces hacked by new algorithms, eyes burning with blue; council defectors, their lies eaten away by the starter, each one gentler and more afraid than the last. They paid in what they had—stories, gossip, things that had never before seemed valuable. Carolina welcomed all of them, let them sleep on deck or in the hold, fed each one a slice of bread and told them what to expect.

“I knew you had it in you! I knew you wouldn’t just leave us to die!” “Quick! Open the gate! Let your brother in!” Tyler shouted too. “Hannah! I’m starving! I want meat! I saw you roasting meat in there!” “Hurry up and let me in! I want the biggest room!” The other refugees nearby all turned to look. Someone whispered, “That’s the boss’s mother? Then these two just hit the jackpot.”

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

"You're going to get us all killed with your principles." "Probably. But at least we'll die for something meaningful." "There's that optimism I've come to know and love." Despite everything, I laughed. "I learned from the best." Over the next few days, more refugees arrived. Small groups, mostly. Wolves fleeing persecution. Humans who'd escaped breeding cells. All of them seeking the sanctuary that Ironfang was apparently offering. We took them all in. Stretched our resources thin. Strained our defenses. But we took them in.

Whatever their jobs really are or were, they have plenty of money. The refugees climb out of the vehicles. Even though they’ve been free for six weeks now, they still wear shell-shocked, wary expressions. I catch their strange, mixed scents—a jumble of animals, nothing that makes sense. It’s just like the misfit shifters from California. Alpha Green asked those three to come up to Wolf Ridge and meet the bus, so these new refugees will have shifter’s who have been through what they have to advocate for them and help build trust. “We’re going to provide escort to Arizona,” Rafe tells me. “Make sure you arrive safe.” I shake his hand. “Thank you.”

If there was a chance we could live together and raise our child, I'd be all for it. "It's worth a shot. I'm willing to ask her!" I exclaimed excitedly. We broke apart and walked over to Yarin who was checking on a young child, making sure they had their doll they had dropped on the ground a few paces away. The mage was not only kind, but loved by these people as a rebel leader. She knew what it was like to be displaced by war, and what it meant to survive during a tyrannical leader's rule. I was excited to see how Kieran's partnership would go with her and the rest of the refugees. I was glad she was our ally.

But still, such harsh actions could not be justified by her conscience. “But, even though they are refugees, they do not deserve to be treated so cruelly. They are the Vitanian people, the Archipelahian nation, and fellow Hamu Kamina like us. Evicting them with violence and without providing a good solution is truly a heinous act,” Alisa asserted. Hearing those words made Rikka smile.

The kid nodded his head, he was both upset and sad as his eyes wandered around, kind of down with his mood. " My parents are refugees, everyone detests us, no one wants to give us work or money, everyone thinks we are dirty and have no manners, with no place. When we fail to earn anything and have to beg for food, they give us spoiled food and call us beggars with a dirty mindset ", The kid sounded sad, not wanting to beg others. " Do you resent them? ", Amelia asked.