Crimson Flags Novels & Stories

When we reached the edge of our camp, I widened my eyes in shock. Numerous other camps spread out, each with its distinct flag - purple, orange, yellow, dark blue, green, and light blue. My heart leaped when I spotted the immense, light blue banner. Unlike Wrath's camp, every other camp had tents, and fires dotted the area. Though demons moved about, they were too distant for me to distinguish their appearances. All camps maintained a significant distance from one another, each establishing its own boundaries.

The midnight skyline of Port Apex was obscured by a thick fog, turning the massive steel cranes into looming phantoms over the black water. Inside the glass-walled command center of Vance Enterprise, the air was sharp with cold air conditioning. Massive wall monitors glowed with real-time global trade routes, but three major digital corridors stretching from Singapore to Rotterdam had suddenly flashed from deep blue to a stark, ominous crimson. Victoria stood before the central map, a glass of untouched scotch resting in her palm. The amber liquid caught the harsh red glare of the screens. She had discarded her blazer, wearing a sleeveless midnight-black tailored vest over her crisp blouse.

"Why the screaming lady?" She was inquiring as to his flag. "Because it's a sigil of horror. Screams are loud and sharp." She probably wasn't allowed to ask many questions. Maybe, this was the first time she was having a normal conversation with someone outside the court. "The black colour of the flag represents the Night, and a presence that can't be felt. The white outline of the lady means we move light. Of course, there are different tactics, as there are times we march up to the enemy." "How would you engage king Elton if you were to see him fall?"

“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.

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

Coronation Day The dawn of coronation day painted the sky with hues of amber and rose. The Northern Range Pack had risen early, eager to witness the birth of a new era. The entire palace ground, which only days ago bore the scent of blood and war, was now alive with laughter, music, and the aroma of roasted meats. Flags fluttered proudly, their colors vibrant against the morning breeze, and garlands of fresh flowers hung across the courtyard arches, symbolizing peace and new beginnings.

We couldn't yell to order the warriors, that's why we came up with a brilliant idea of flags. The yellow flag signified ; "COMMERCE WITH THE PLANNED FORMATION!" The bright red flag "ATTACK TO KILL AND SHOW NO REMORSE OR MERCY". The bright green flag "SECOND GROUP OF WARRIORS, FORM YOUR FORMATION AND ATTACK TO BACK UP THE FIRST GROUP." White flag "RETREAT, THE DEMON KING IS DEAD AND THE BLESSED MAIDEN IS NOW IN OUR CARE" Lastly the light blue flag "CHANGE YOUR POSITION, FORMATION AND WEAPONS."

' Dom mind-linked, making Iris look at Freddie in the crowd and smile. Freddie had taken many months to grieve and hunt evil human allies of Y and then upon his return had taken many more months to move on properly with Dom, understanding that no one can stand in the path of fate and it wasn't Dom's fault that Isabelle was lost. Then it was time for the flags to be hoisted. The Royal flag carried the same Dragon and Wolf Yin and Yang symbol of Iris and Dom, which was hoisted by the couple. Then, the World Union flag was hoisted and had six circles in a hexagon, each representing a fraction of the world, Dragons, Werewolves, Witches, Vampires, Humans, and Minorities.

I looked closer, and my breath hitched. It was a symbol. A crown entwined in thorns, etched with dark precision. It looked like a family crest. “Maximilian,” I said cautiously, “what is that?” His jaw set tight, his eyes burning with a volatile mix of anger and hidden fear. “Crimson,” he said, his voice dropping low and dangerous. “It's Crimson's mark.”

When I was at the training house, they didn’t like us allowing out wolves out as it could cause a fight between other Omegas trying to prove who was the best. Crimson was exactly as her name sake. She was a crimson red, now where near as big as the men but that was usually the case with werewolves. Her eyes were a dark orange but flashed red every now and again. We are forced to the backs of our minds while our wolves take over and run freely around the pack grounds. We head further into the forest surrounding the pack and come across a waterfall. Zev POV