Crimson Flags Novels & Stories

I heard a low growl from Paul, but he kept mute with a warning sign from me as Kim spoke again. “The Crimson Wolves is a group of loyal wolves whose sole aim in life is to spill blood. In a more basic statement, the Crimson Wolves are warriors, fighting for whatever our Master says is right. We swear allegiance to only one ruler, and he dictates everything we do. As a result, we've been involved in numerous killings, notable among them being assassinations. Kings, Alphas, Betas, Gammas, Chiefs, Elders…whatever rank they may be, they are living. And living things can die.”

But it was over. The flag of the South Wing—simple, silver-stitched—was torn down from the central watchtower. In its place, my banner rose. Deep crimson with the jagged mark of my family. The mark of Shadow Blood. Cheers rang out from my warriors as they planted it high. The blood on the ground hadn’t even dried.

It was a black flag with a golden dragon and a big golden word that read 'Pendragon'. Trevyn immediately started trembling all over. His legs could not stop shaking. His eyes were wide as he stared at the flag of the Pendragon Warriors billowing in the wind. He saw a sea of soldiers in dark green uniforms following closely behind the flag. They were running toward them in synchronized steps. The dark green figures were exuding a strong murderous intent in the night. Soon, they were all the crowd could see. The entrance of Hughes Mansion was surrounded by a sea of men in dark green uniforms.

he said. Finally, he had the cloth completely out of the crate. I wasn't sure what I was looking at, until Carter grabbed the top of it and let it unfold in front of him. Embroidered on the black cloth, was a massive white skull and crossbones. I giggled as soon as I saw it. “That's awesome,” I said. “Isn't it?” he said, proudly looking down at the flag. “It's a Jolly Roger. I bought this flag for this occasion only. Want to help me hoist it?”

The raiders' flag was dyed black with a white triangle as the background of the gray skull at the center. They were planted on top of the armored nuclear cannons, a destructive vehicle that has been torturing them under fire for a while now. If those weapons continue for a few more hours, then the entire village will be wiped out with no survivors.

The cruise ships lowered ramps, and hordes of passengers came ashore. The military vessels arrived, some berthing and others hovering in offshore guard formation. Then came Amera, identified by the secondary flag designed with stars on blue and red strips underscored by the ship’s name. Bjorn eased to the surface and stood still, supported by the strength of his short spiny legs. Let Dad see and know that his son was sturdy enough to travel in Below without taking to the air.

The rotting stench of a battlefield Over the distance I see a familiar site; it was a flag that high atop a mess of spikes and wooden palisades. The flag bore the symbol of Remas; Caesar’s gold colored Crystal leaf amid a red background. “Cohort Salute!” Trosdig orders as we hear the Captain’s horn from the distance. We all place a fist on our left breast and march inside the fort as we do so. “This is Rendra?” I asked Lurti “No, this is where we sleep”

I could almost hear the crash of waves and the murmur of rivers running deep. Beside them was the second group. Adorned in deep crimson and scarlet robes that fluttered without wind. Flames flickered at the hems, not just embroidered but alive. A symbol of fire, three rising tongues, blazed over their chests. Their eyes held heat and intensity, like they could ignite the forest with a single breath.

War brought unimaginable harm to people, and there was a need for peace in this world. A convoy of thirteen vehicles came from the highway. Each of them was a large capacity, off-road, bulletproof SUV, and a Black Caesar flag hung in front of each car. This was Caesar Mercenary Corps’ regimental flag, while the Regal Palace’s royal flag hung on the other side of the vehicle. With these two flags hanging in front of the car, Caesar Mercenary Corps enter almost 90% of the war-torn areas. Here, Vixen and his men stood in front of the car, staring at the thirteen cars approaching them.

Beta Mason chirped from the other side of the door. A sweet voice answered. “Coming, Dad!” Diana erased all traces of malediction from her face as soon as she opened the door. THE FLAGSHIPS OF THE CRESCENT PACK, WHICH was a howling white wolf that formed a crescent half-moon, littered the tents that were set up for the Tribute Ceremony. While white tents were cramped together in front of the foggy forest, delta-ranked werewolves were posted everywhere while epsilon-ranked ones were stationed at the high towers as lookouts.