Badass Flags Novels & Stories

Señor Migs yelled, now you can see the Flags with different symbols on them. "SO THAT'S THE FLAG OF EACH CLASS, THE ONE WITH A SKULL HOLDING A STAFF IS FOR THE HOLDERS, THE ONE IN THE NINJA ATTIRE IS FOR THE BRAVOUS, THE FIST IS FOR THE MIGHTIES, THE ONE WITH TWO SNAKES WRAPPED THE STAFF IS FOR THE BEARERS/SUPPORT, THE SHIELD IS FOR THE AEGISTERS, AND THE ARROW WITH THE GUN IS FOR THE BERSAGLIERI, SO ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS HANDLE IT!" Señor Migs explained and brought out a creature with a mixture of purple and blue colors...

“WWAAHHHH!!!….....” Accompanying my debut to the crowd that were gathered in the plaza, was booming chants and clapping hands. Some were seen even waving their small Aeternum Flag in their hands, the proud red and white with sword, shield and 6 stars circling the it, that was the Aeternum official flags. The one from my car were only, Me, Alfred and Alure, yes I brought Alure Johnson to the trial, after all she was my official secretary, although she was still new to her job.

Wrong (Bad Boy Billionaires #3) *BLURB* Henry Cavendish was my ideal man. He's a compassionate lover and definitely husband material. Almost everything about him was right. However, Adam Cavendish was stirring up my hormones. He's an ultimate womanizer, an expert kisser, and heck, he was my boss! So everything about him was wrong. I was suddenly torn between two hot lovers. There shouldn’t be a choice. Sharing is a great sin, but I wanted them both.

On cue, men with weapons, with the same tattoos emerged from the shadows. My eyes widened when I realized what their tattoos means. It's an arrow and a sword depicted together with a gothic letter R in the middle. These men are rebels! "The master will love this. Let's bring them to our hideout. Take them to the wagon," one of the rebels ordered. "NO!" I shrieked and elbowed the man who was holding me on my left arm. He lost his grip on me as he fell to his knees. He was clutching his stomach while grunting in pain. I shifted my haze to Ayla and I saw how she tried to free herself from the men. She succeeded which made the rebels frantic and furious.

Temperance hands her the flag that had been draped over Doug’s coffin. The Biczi Pack flag is silver with glitter radiating from a black howling wolf with Biczi Pack under it. Temperance and Sebastian folded the flags in honor of the fallen. If it had not been such a sobering occasion, watching the two of them avoid touching each other would have been comical.

I asked seeing the driver alarmed. “Forget about Henry and do what you have to do with this.” He commented pointing to the mark on his neck. I relaxed understanding the situation, but his hands on my waist I had me a little anxious. “I have some rules for tonight.” I said spreading the base. “And what are those?” he asked almost purring. “First, no pictures with me. Second, no names. And third, no displays of affection in front of people.” “No photos or names? Why, baby? Did you leave a boyfriend in Chicago and you don't want him to know that you are with me?”

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️ SORA ☠️ “Wow… she’s here,” the angry man beside me from earlier says. “Such evil beauty. Have a one-night stand with me, and I’d consider taking your side.” Could you men not sexualize everything? “How about I pair my butler back home for a one-night stand with your father?” I retort. "Oh, I prefer shipping men together... I just think they deserve eachother."

I scoffed quietly. The same words, the same actions, the same expression. Blood poured from below her belly, staining the seat of my Ferrari. "Madeline! Please hold on, it's a red light!" Madeline clutched her belly, her voice rising in a sharp, piercing tone. "Matt, are you trying to kill me? You've got to run the red light! I can't take it anymore!" I twirled my finger absentmindedly on the steering wheel. "Madeline, running the red light is illegal and I'll get a fine. We should be good citizens, right?"

Vane lay there, unmasked, disarmed, and defeated by a wolf he called a rat. I walked over to the flagpole in the center of the Elite's base. I cut the rope with my sword. The Sunburst flag fell. I raised the Onyx banner, a strip of black cloth I had torn from my own uniform. "Game over," I announced. The stadium was dead silent. Then, a single slow clap started from the Royal Box. King Solas stood up. He was smiling. "Well played, General," Solas's voice boomed over the magical speakers. "Well played indeed."

“Just promise me you’ll come back again.” Before I could answer, footsteps echoed through the hall. Mason, my Gamma, appeared, sweat slicking his neck. His wolf was close to the surface. I could see it in the way his eyes flashed gold. “Alpha,” he said, panting, “they’ve crossed the river. We counted at least six packs mixed in. Rogues, mercenaries… and they’re carrying a new flag.” My jaw tightened. “Show me.” Mason stepped forward, holding out a torn scrap of cloth. I took it and unfurled it. A crimson banner, painted with a moon split in half, blood dripping from its edge.