Badass Flags Novels & Stories

"What if getting married doesn't fix us? What if we still fight and hurt each other?" "We will fight. We'll definitely hurt each other sometimes. That's marriage." Duke pulled her closer. "But Val, I'd rather fight with you than be peaceful with anyone else." "Promise me something." "Anything." "If this gets hard—when it gets hard—promise you won't give up. Won't run. Won't let exes or doubts or anything else tear us apart." "I promise. Do you?" "I promise." They sealed it with a kiss. A vow before the vows.

“Of course. That was never the intention.” I had to fight back a smile. Keanu might play in the same space as men like this, but he didn’t operate like them. He had his own rules and ethics. And he didn’t bend them. This was a multi-billion dollar deal. Martell Corporation was funding a massive renewable energy infrastructure project with solar farms across five states. Several companies were bidding to be the primary contractor, and the decision would be made by next week. Keanu reached for his glass of water, and my eyes automatically drifted to his hand. It'd been a few days since I'd found him beating the hell out of the punching bag.

"You're not going to leave us here, are you?" It used to work. Sebastian would always cave and do whatever she wanted. He would drop everything to placate her. Not today. Seeing Suzanna behave like this irritated him beyond measure. She was doing it again. He shook her hand off. Suzanna stomped her foot. "Stop right there!" she shouted before turning to Alice. "Mrs. Ross, are you seeing this? He won't even have a meal with us because of some text message! Is he going to abandon us once he marries his girlfriend?"

Mindy said and I looked at her before she laughed and said, " I meant Rex is in his room." " So your mom is Valora Williams Right?" Maddie asked and I nodded. " We are huge fans of her work and we would really like if you could put in good word for us to be part of her models for her new line of clothes or whatever" " Oh...." I said realizing why they were all over me. " Of course, I -"

They are amused at the sight of me. Alpha Kenn shoves me up against his chest, like a rag doll, and I frown at the metallic, iron stench emitting off of his warm body. He latches onto me like a trophy and the crowd smiles and hollers with victory, with pride. "I have retrieved my Luna," Alpha Kenn cheers to the crowd, like a newly wedded King. "Where is my dear old friend, Alpha Tate?" One man from the bunch steps forward, nearly naked, and my eyes roam around me, watching the circling wolves. One, a large, dark brown beast, has black fabric between its teeth. Man against wolf, how cruel.

“I’m always mad you don’t let me stab someone.” We shared a look. One of those quiet, bitter, stupidly warm ones that said: We made it through another day. --- That night, I climbed to the watchtower myself. The wind up there was vicious, tearing at my cloak, screaming like the ghosts we hadn’t buried yet. I pulled the old Bloodroot flag from my pack. Unfurled it. Held it high. Red. Gold. Black. The sigil burned into the fabric like it never stopped waiting.

President Gunford passed the microphone to a woman nearby. "Let me set a few things, guys," said Ms. Pola. "Out there are zombies!" he pointed to the majority of District 3. "Each zombie has the intention of taking away your flag. When a zombie takes away your flag, you are already disqualified. But here's a thing, zombies also have a flag. Red flag. When taken to take their flag, it means you won't be attacked or chased by that zombie. You are invisible with his eyes. The one who reaches the finish line with the reddest flags, that's the winner!" The people cheered. They seemed to like what was going to happen.

I stared at the building, my eyes following the big black flag hanging from the very top with what was the clan banner embroidered on it. It was the embroidery of fangs with two crossed swords and a feral eagle head in the middle, cool and terrifying. After standing there for some time, my legs itched to move but not back into the carriage, they itched to move away from the carriage and into town. And I let my legs lead me against my own will with puppy Orian threading behind me as thrilled as ever.

But it was over. The flag of the South Wing—simple, silver-stitched—was torn down from the central watchtower. In its place, my banner rose. Deep crimson with the jagged mark of my family. The mark of Shadow Blood. Cheers rang out from my warriors as they planted it high. The blood on the ground hadn’t even dried.

The flag is made up of two horizontal stripes in bronze, blue and light red. Their emblem consists of two palm trees on top of a torch, but the emblem is only used during celebrations when outside of the courtroom. The emblem stands for their strength, their virtuosity, and their fortune. On the defense seat, where The Russian named Polly, a woman, sat with Donald was a Flag. The flag is made up of two horizontal stripes and a triangle in blue, white, and light pink. Their emblem consists of a hammer with a flame on either side, but the emblem is only used during religious rituals outside of the courtroom.