Beast Pirates Flag Novels & Stories

… When we reached there a man wearing ragged clothing was sleeping on muddy ground with a empty leather water bag in his hand… Under warm rays of sunset I was able to see a swollen and slightly wrinkled face covered beneath salt and pepper colored long beard and moustache…. I also saw a long skull mark with a small tribal flag on right side of his neck which was made with black ink.. Skull mark with flag is sign of a pirate… this rune are specially made with black ink that is derived from sea eight leg creature… also skull mark represent them as pirates and flag represent their tribe… different tribal pirates have their different flag imprinted on either neck or arms… seeing this person I so

BOOMMM. Between the two ships facing each other, one ship had a pirate flag and the other appeared to have a dragon head flag. There was a fairly large battle between several sky kingdoms of pirate ships and dragon head flag ships. "Hahaha, your ships must give everything to us. After that, we can let your crew members live! How about it?" asked a woman with a scar on her left cheek. "Dream on! We will never give you anything. You should be the ones afraid. Are you really sure you can live after fighting us, representatives of the Dragon Sect?" replied one of the men wearing a red dragon symbol on the right side of his chest.

I slid onto the seat across from him, my heart pounding in my chest. Being so close to him exposed new details - he was ripped now, looking like a model from a motorcycle ad. Nothing like the boy who'd trailed me with puppy eyes. His lips were full, and a rogue-ish smile that held a hint of danger played at the corners. It was the kind of smile you would expect on a swashbuckling pirate, capable of seduction and plunder in equal measure.

The paired swans were nowhere to be seen and she took that as an omen, though she could hear a frog’s distinctive ‘ribbit’ close by. Xander yanked on the rope and she managed to scramble to her knees in an undignified manner just as a shout from above heralded the unfurling of yet another flag. Beside the orange and mauve pennant of the Sylvain clan, complete with pomegranate, now hung a yellow banner with a bull’s head at the centre and a diagonal green stripe going from top right to bottom left. Her captor acknowledged the salutes of his men with a raised arm.

The EMT lady cried in frustration. “I do not believe our perpetrator is a who. It shows more of a what, from the appearance of this death scene. Perhaps, a male black bear that preys on humans. They are hostile toward people, and whatever did this appears aggressive. It could be anything, although I won't accept this as the result of some human being doing.” The police director reveals this to his subordinates. “If this is an attack of a beast, then we are obliged to keep our eyes observant and ears alert. It could be lurking in the shadows. Stay wide-awake chaps, do not let your defenses down! Have your guns on standby and flashlight focus!” Another police officer shouted.

The same boy I raised aboard my ship. “Why are you late?” Sebastian demanded. Angst written over his handsome features. “I’m ne’er late!” He shouted back. Making fists. “Ye know well me wouldna be, were there no’ a good reason!” What reason could there possibly be? “Do enlighten me!” Bast fumed. “Pirates don’t dare bother my flag, so what the devil is your ‘good’ reason?” “We had a for’nigh’ of sea storms for starts. Go’ washed inta the Peril.”

Not without the moon goddess at his command! “Oi, free up some Lassie, we're not bad wolves you know? Only a little ugly no?” The boulder of a wolf with one sunken eye and the other the size of a beach ball in his frog-like head cooed and I gaped at him like he had gone mad. The monster had to be the one they called Eagle eye. The Pink-eyed monster’s right-hand man. A shiver of trepidation straightened my spine as the memory of the beast’s mangled face reared in my mind until I’d stomped it out.

Marching outside, Alessia grabbed a stunned Marika—who was spiraling down an abyss of worry and negative speculations—with her. Stepping out of the cabin's door, they were greeted by the townspeople running away from a raised flag on the west, where the rumbling must've been coming from. Alessia squinted to see the flag better but it wasn't familiar to her. "Does anyone know what that flag means?" She asked nobody in particular. "Hmm," Clyde answered. "Those are the infamous raiders. Tsk. They're here to rob the village of their wealth and sense of security. Quick, help me evacuate the village people."

she repeated herself before walking out the door. She stepped out, closing the door behind her. She looked down at the ship. It was magnificent. The ship's deck and railings wood was cherry in color. There were little star shaped details etched onto the rails. The stairs leading to the main deck had a gold shimmer line across the top of them that sparkled in front of the cherry color. The mass holding the sails was made out of a light color wood that played well with the gold details throughout the ship. She raised her eyes following the mass up to the sails. Flying high above them was a flag. It was a dark navy blue flag with a bright sun. In the center of the sun was a star. She gazed at

Valerie I breathed deeply to calm down my racing heart beat. Forcing myself to focus back on the fragments, I hoped to find more clue. The werewolves on that once-complete photograph were evidently high-rankings in the Red Moon Pack for their luxurious-looking outfits and a special red badge, in a shape of crescent, clipped on their collars. There were familiar faces I had just seen in the dining room, but there’s one thing confused me in particular. I was pretty sure that the man who stood beside Caser Murphy in both photographs was absent.