Cherokee Flag の小説・ストーリー

Meanwhile, the sound of cars honking could suddenly be heard outside Rossi Manor. Closely after that, everyone could see luxury cars being driven inside one after another. Each of these luxury cars had a small flag in front of it. The flags all had a unique logo on them. At that moment, everyone present was stunned speechless. “The bald eagle represents the Kiffer family,” someone said. “The white sheep represents the Fantin family,” the person added. “The red volcano represents the Damarse family,” someone added. *** “What is going on?” Someone asked. Suddenly, everyone felt lost.

It’s already being decorated for the summit. The lavish tapestries are being hung in the halls. Our clan emblem is a white dahlia with silhouetted lions running along a pedal on a purple banner. A full moon with three silver crescent moons surrounding it on a black flag stands for the Wolf’s Clan. A snake coiled across itself twice like an infinity-only vertical on a green banner for the Reptiles. The Fliers emblem, a feathered wing fanned out on a blue flag, acting as the sky. Finally, The Nomad’s a red banner with a sailing ship surrounded by all the points of a compass. Safe for true north, signifying they belong not to one but all.

“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.

"What is a Seven Feather Flag? What exactly is it?" "It is a magical treasure made from the native feathers of seven divine birds, which means that there are seven divine birds who gave their lives for this. These must’ve been bred in the prehistoric era, including the Phoenix, Golden Crow, Vermilion Bird, Four-Eyed Bird, One-Legged Stork, Red-Tailed Bird, and the Nine-Headed Bird. Think about it. This flag was so powerful," Shelly said. "Unfortunately, it was actually on the statue, but given as a bodice. How extravagant this woman must’ve been when she was alive," Alex explained and looked around.

“Raghav of Blackrock. Yes.” The fifth pack, Nightclaw, had voted no. Their beta stood alone on the left. No one jeered. Vikram walked to him after. “You’re still welcome here,” Vikram said. “Accord protects even those who don’t agree.” The beta nodded, jaw tight. “For now.” Then came the naming. Vikram pulled the cloth off the new flag. Five colors braided into one circle. In the center, a tree with five roots. “For centuries, we asked ‘Which pack are you?’” Vikram raised the flag. “From today, we ask ‘Are you valleyborn?’”

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 bows his head shaking my hand. I can see their flag on the Mountaincreek carriages. It's green with a simple white mountain and a blue river running through the mountain. Out jumps a short girl with neck-length hair and pale skin, out of a different school carriage and runs towards a different girl. A white and yellow buttercup symbol on her dress and the flag atop her ride.

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.

They lived on the top of Tarron’s Ridge for a reason. Tarron’s Ridge was in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains, somewhat near the town of Chattooga, Tennessee. Tarron’s Ridge also overlooked the Tennessee River and the place where Jericho grew up. He’d grown up as part of a small tribe of Cherokee living in the mountains and while his mother was a full blooded Cherokee, Jericho wasn’t. But he was so much more than just his father’s bastard son. People looked up to him as the President of the MC, not out of fear but out of respect. He protected his people and everyone else that lived on Tarron’s Ridge.

Something big is coming, and for once, the entire supernatural world is in agreement: the Riding Hoods have to be stopped. Kanati—according to Cherokee legend, the first man—looks like he’s about 25. He’s tall, even by werewolf standards, almost matching Dad’s height. He and his translator, Kamama, both have deep tans from living outdoors. Their faces are angular: sharp cheekbones, flat arrowhead-like noses, strong jaws. Kanati wears his long black hair in a scalp lock—shaved on the sides, with a thick lock at the crown that flows down his back. A hawk feather is woven in, and small braids decorate the length. He has a septum piercing, earrings, a silver cuff on his upper left arm, and neckl