Cherokee Flag Novels & Stories

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.

Andrey asked as he leaned in to point over Deter’s shoulder at the laptop. There on the screen to the far right was something misty looking. Breed answered this, “A smoke signal.” “A smoke…” One of the other men, Adrik, spoke now, “Like Indian smoke signals?” Breed nodded and leaned in close. “It is Cherokee for…” he paused while leaning in to get an even better view. “…Fire in the hole.” “Wow,” Ivan muttered. “How did they even know?” “They are who they are,” was all Breed would say.

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

Uncle Quinn yells with his arms stretched out to the start sky: “Eithinoha, sacred Mother Earth of our Cherokee people, Geyaguga, Moon goodness, we lycans offer part of our strength to this warrior, Adam Vaugh. A brave lycan, valiant, another one of your wolves, one of your children, that asks for you blessing. The stars, drops of dew, the magic of the growing dark hours, together with our howl, our flesh, our blood, all of us, together, your children, the children of the night, we are joined together and we ask you long life and health for Adam Vaugh to be accepted.”

“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.

I felt embarrassed, so I told my friend that I would go to a nearby store. I wanted to do just that, but then I saw a door around the corner, above which hung a flag with a red sun. The wigwams drawn in a circle formed the shape of the sun - this is the flag of the Oglala tribe. The city was named after him, although now representatives of this tribe live on a reservation in Pine Ridge.

The streetlights lining the driveway illuminated the flags clearly as the symbol came fully into view. My lips parted before I could stop myself. “Riverwoods Pack…” Alpha Dreadlock’s eyes immediately shifted toward me. “What did you say?” At first, I thought I had been mistaken when I recognized the flag attached to one of the convoys. But I wasn’t. The symbol embroidered on the flag…. Two crescent moons curved against each other while the tail of a wolf slashed through the center. “General Alpha Kayak.” Zaden chirped, taking a step forward. Alpha Dreadlock’s gaze moved toward the convoy once more, and this time he saw it clearly too.

All lives matter! The ground was cleared and along with the chanting, the humans, along with Jena, picked up the flag and started waving it in the air forming a parachute tent. Looking at her doing the part, I ended up helping out too. It was then that my mate joined in with the chanting but my direct view of her got blocked because of the flag.