Refugee Novels & Stories

At long last, after trekking for such a long mental time, I got to my destination. My gut was right. It was a small camp, crowded with people. I glared in awe, they seemed so peaceful as they went on their daily business. The women were taking care of the children while the men were carrying hoes and machetes into the bush. A sign inscribed “Welcome to the home of refugees.” They had created clustered homes for themselves, living on the support and protection of one another. The entrance was barricaded by sharpened tree branches, sharpened and thrusted on the ground to create the perfect defense. They had learnt the art of protecting themselves from the aliens

She flipped through some of it, even as the lawyer continued to speak. “Basically, you sign these papers confirming your status and you’ll be allowed into the Federation as a Refugee. You’ll even be temporarily granted a weekly stipend and a habitational module to give you time to get on your feet. If you prove to be productive and can generate revenue for the Federation with your time and skills, then elevation to full citizenship will be painless.” “What if I don’t sign, or if I don’t, um, generate revenue?” Eva asked. “Fair enough question,” the social worker answered. “You get thrown out of the Federation, and dumped out at the border. You can fend for you

Instead, I felt nothing. The displaced wolves arrived at Black River’s gates in a long, quiet line. They carried whatever they could fit in one bag. Children cried. Adults walked in silence, faces tight with shock and resentment. Refugees from my orders. Helena had set up a station near the gate. She made sure everyone got assigned shelter, food, and bandages if needed. From the wall I watched Petra moving among them, helping settle families even after everything she’d said yesterday. Maybe she understood more than she let on.

Demanding entry. Their leader. Speaking through megaphone. Accented English. "Open the gates. We're searching for foreign nationals. Enemies of the new government. Open now. Or we take by force." Amara responded. Calm. Diplomatic. "This is humanitarian compound. Ubuntu Foundation. We serve refugees. Displaced families. We're neutral. Not involved in politics. Not harboring enemies." "We decide that. Open the gates. Let us search. Or we breach. Your choice."

"Join the confederation. Apply under Migration Accord. Demonstrate you can contribute. Receive food, shelter, community. Or leave confederation territory peacefully. Find somewhere else. But stop attacking us." Sarah laughed bitterly. "You think we attacked because we're evil? We attacked because our children are starving. We've been surviving on scraps for three years. Your confederation has food, heat, supplies. You really offering to share?" "Yes. Under conditions. You work. You contribute. You follow governance rules. But you receive support. Everyone in confederation receives equal per capita resource distribution." "And if we're not good enough? If you decide we're not worth it?" Maya

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.

Stowaway Chapter 37 Aiden's point of view Once I know the children have reached the safety of the helicopter I run back to help grit with the woman, I hear the pop of a riffle as Grit falls to his feet, clutching his leg, as he yells out. “Fuck, get her out of here Chaos." I pick up the frightened woman in my arms as I run to the chopper with her, I pass her over as one of the team as another reaches out a hand to me, I shake my head as the enemy gunfire gets closer and I yell.

Nadia I shake my head at Cole in apology, but he just turns back to the screen at the sound of his father’s voice. “Yes,” Ethan says, nodding seriously to all of us. “We’ll expect to send a great number of refugees as well as Children of Solace members – combative and not – toward you. General Amir, if we can get you some expected numbers, can you start to think of ways to sort this out? I’m aware that you have one medical tent right now and it…might not be best practice to mix populations, though we’ll want everyone who needs aid seen.”

Through the windows, they could see silver light beginning to pulse from various points throughout the refugee camps. "Unregulated?" Mira asked, her voice carrying a hint of Luna authority. "We've established clear governance, dispute resolution systems, and resource management protocols. What we haven't done is submit to external oversight by bodies that don't recognize our right to exist." "Rights require recognition by legitimate authorities," Brennan countered, though his eyes kept drifting nervously to Aurora's cradle. "The Coalition offers a reasonable solution—voluntary relocation to established territories where these families can be properly integrate

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.