Novel & Cerita Who Were We Running From Book

“I’ve spent my whole life running from who I was. No more.” Bianca smiled slightly. “Took you long enough.” I met their eyes Kael’s too and nodded. Tonight, the war began. But tomorrow, we chase it into the dark. No more running. No more hiding. We are in a storm now. And storms do not ask permission.

So I ran. I thought running would save me. I thought leaving everything behind would finally give me a chance to breathe. But running wasn’t freedom—it was another kind of cage. A colder one. A lonelier one. I spent months hiding, sleeping in abandoned places, jumping at every sound, waiting for the next threat to find me. And it did. Because I wasn’t just running from memories. I was running from people. My father sent teams to search for me. I knew why—he wanted me safe. He always had. But my stepmother… she wanted something else entirely.

The paper felt heavy in his hands, like it carried the weight of everything they were trying to escape from. He unfolded it slowly, his eyes narrowing as he read the message scrawled in black ink. **“You can run, but you’ll never be free.”** Ethan’s heart sank, a cold dread filling his chest. He turned back to the room, meeting Claire’s wide-eyed gaze. “They found us,” he said, his voice barely a whisper.

“Are you sorry for what you did? she asked. I didn’t hesitate. “No.” Even if it killed me. We moved at first light. No armies. None of us now, none of us, who had lived through even the worst moments of this war. We didn’t ride. We ran. The landscape was not friendly, but it didn’t slow us down. Magic throbbed beneath our feet, reminding us that our time was running out. I stopped at the foot entrance of the Stonewood.

Suddenly as he continued walking, we saw people running down the street, everyone seeking safety from danger. We halted, exchanging surprise gaze. ” What's going on? Why's everyone suddenly running?”Sunny asked, his voice cracking. No one could answer his questions as we were oblivious to the danger out there. “ Run. They're coming!” A certain man screamed at us. But I didn't seem to get it. Where do we run to? What was chasing the people out there? Very swiftly, I turned to my crew, acting like the born comrade I was. “ You all, fix yourself somewhere hidden. I'll find out when is happening out there myself”

Lila. My breath was ragged and my soul was tired. We had been on the run for the past few days now, and the funny part was, we didn't even know where we were running to. We could just walk into the Council's trap… My heart raced heavily in my chest and beads of sweat rolled down my face. To be honest, I had seen hell. We had barely eaten anything. We had been running from hunters up and down, and at this point my body didn't want to move any further.

"The realms realized they had awakened a monster. The elves, witches,slaughtered. Their armies fell like leaves in a storm. The werewolves… disappeared." Micha scoffed. "They ran?" The book continued as if answering him. "They fled like cowards. They chose survival over honour. They could have died bravely, but instead they abandoned the battlefield." Even though the book was just paper… it felt like it was judging us. Me. My ancestors. My entire race. Micha sighed, "Well… if a dragon landed in front of me, I'm not fighting." I didn't blame him. But the story wasn't done.

Cellie’s POV Running. I was running like my life depended on it. It was the only thing I could do anyways; the only thing I was ever good at. The air was thick, suffocating, and I couldn’t see a thing but that didn’t stop me. Not when I knew what I was running from. My legs pumped furiously, carrying me through the black void, but no matter how hard I ran, the sinister figure behind me drew closer. “Cellie,” Gasper’s voice echoed in the darkness, sharp and mocking. “You can’t run from me. I’m going to catch you...” he warned in a sing-song voice.

I thought about the constant hiding from my school mates and Eric, the looking over my shoulder, the endless running from a fate I didn't choose. I shook my head, pulling his hands away from my face. "No." "Everett, listen to me...." "No, Knox! I'm not running," I snapped, my voice gaining strength as I stood up, forcing him to stand up with me. "I'm not running from your father. I'm not running from Zeth, and I'm not running from the clan. I've spent my entire life running away from things that scare me. I've lived in fear of my designation, of my family's past, of everything. I'm done. If I run tonight, I'll be running for the rest of my life."

"Once they catch you it won't be a laughing matter. You know what happened to you last time you ran from anyone." She didn't have to remind me. I knew better than anyone what happened to runners. "We can't stay here, you know that. If we do we won't be able to carry out the Moon Goddess' will. We promised." "You promised, Amanda. I only went along with it because you were desperate. Granted, we probably wouldn't have survived without that promise. But I told you there would be a price to pay for it. This is that price." Sometimes I really hated my wolf. "Mom, I can't run anymore," Clara whined. She bent over and grabbed her knees, struggling for breath. "You gonna tell me what we're running