Beast Pirates Flag Novels & Stories

Their aura was enough to alarm everyone as well. Dawn was quick-witted and said, “Don’t waste any more time. Maya, let’s attack!” The two women rushed over. Suddenly, Clay somehow took out a flag from thin air. The flagpole started growing till it was three meters tall, and the flag had a bull’s head for a motive. Boom- Sticking the pole into the ground, a mysterious light flashed under the dirt, releasing a large, immense force. “Be careful of that flag!” Dawn said to Maya. “This looks like the symbol for the Bull tribe. We can’t afford to ignore it. Let’s not try to turn this against ourselves. Stay alert, and if something goes wrong, take Madam Brittany and the others to hide!”

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

For instance, the display of the five-clawed dragon flag only demonstrated the presence of Regal Palace. Regal Palace’s maritime business was a good example to illustrate the point. To prevent pirate attacks, they would fly the Regal Palace flag high, using it to deter potential pirates from robbing the ship. Of course, some pirates would still take the risk. However, if the raised flag had the seven-clawed or eight-clawed dragon embroidered on it, that meant that one of the eighteen generals or Five Heavenly Kings was on board. Seeing that, any reasonable person would think twice before attacking the ship.

THE BEAST I MARRIED. Chapter 54 Kai’s pov. I pulled her roughly by the hair and flung her in for a doggy. I dug my hand roughly into her hips and she yelped out in pain, “Oh fuck! Kai, please stay away from me” she pleaded and a devilish grin appeared on my lips, how better would it be to have Rex watch his woman suffers in my hands? All this wouldn't have happened if my dad didn't die, death is the cause of all this, but that shouldn't give that bastard of a man, the right to hurt my mum that much, and for that, I will not spare Rex.

As their fleet slowly moved forward, their emotions gradually changed from being awestruck to being completely dumbfounded as they arrived at a certain part of the world in the sea. A huge metal platform was erected in the middle of the sea with other small platforms erected around it, spanning across miles, it looked like they recreated the ancient city of Atlantis. They finally saw the huge recognition flag. The unique flag of the Sea Angel’s Alliance waved, following the direction of the wind as it stood firmly in front of the middle platform. The flag was completely blue, with the image of a black and white skull with angel wings on the side of the skull. This was the identity of the Sea

The spirit beast ran to the border before stopping, but all we could see were the three beastmen. "You vile beasts, where have you taken Vee?" Mother angrily scolded them, forgetting that she was merely the ruler of a small kingdom. Sure enough, the three beastmen burst into laughter upon hearing that. Felix casually tugged on a rope beside him. "Ha! Like mother, like daughter—so defiant." Sharp wails came from the cliff's edge. "Mother, no! Don't anger them or I'll die! They're all insane!" Mother was gripping my hand tightly, and when she discovered Victoria hanging from the cliff wall by a thin rope, her nails dug into my flesh.

Smith, Hassan, Commander Raja, Miranda, and the two Green Bit chiefs arrived with a wooden pole and silver ball. “How’s it going?” Hassan asked. Before anyone could respond, Katie came out to present our flag. “What do you think?” The flag was divided diagonally from the lower hoist-side corner, with the blue upper triangle and the green lower triangle. At the center along the dividing line was the fiery silhouette of a foxfire. “Looks good,” Miranda said, and many agreed. “It is.” Commander Raja asked curiously. “What are the symbolisms on those colors?” “Let’s see,” Katie explained. “Blue is the night, green is the forest, and the red foxfire in the middle of the diagonal colors represents

He was young, yet his enthusiasm resonated through the ship, lifting the morale of the crew even as the enemy surged forward. As the melee unfolded, the pirate ship's captain—a man with an unmistakable presence, draped in shadows and darkness—stood atop the enemy vessel's bow. His eyes glinted with predatory glee as he held the unmistakable black flag adorned with a blood-red skull. His very presence threatened, igniting a fervor among his crew as they swarmed onto the ship, thirsting for carnage. “Prepare to taste steel!” he roared, his voice cutting through the turmoil.

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

“Almost ten years.” “Well, then I think it’s time that we return,” she rose fluidly to her feet and held out her hand to him. “And I see that you and the Goddess have anticipated the need to cross the ocean,” she gestured to the ship. “A vessel perfect for three.” “It will not be easy,” he cautioned her. “I built a seawall around the bay, which is manned by archers who shoot human vessels that approach. We do not have the right flag to raise to let them know that we are Concordian. I am,” he retrieved the rags of cloth that he had been assembling into a flag. “Attempting to reproduce one. But this flag design is fifty years old now, and it was changed season by season under my reign to preve