Crimson Flags Novels & Stories

The enemy ship is gaining ground, the distance closing faster than they hoped. The flag is clearer now, the blood-red skull a chilling promise against the black. The ship is large, menacing, built for speed and violence. It cuts through the water with relentless purpose, the gap between them shrinking with each passing moment. As it draws closer, the name painted in crimson letters becomes visible: The Crimson Vengeance.

Temperance hands her the flag that had been draped over Doug’s coffin. The Biczi Pack flag is silver with glitter radiating from a black howling wolf with Biczi Pack under it. Temperance and Sebastian folded the flags in honor of the fallen. If it had not been such a sobering occasion, watching the two of them avoid touching each other would have been comical.

Señor Migs yelled, now you can see the Flags with different symbols on them. "SO THAT'S THE FLAG OF EACH CLASS, THE ONE WITH A SKULL HOLDING A STAFF IS FOR THE HOLDERS, THE ONE IN THE NINJA ATTIRE IS FOR THE BRAVOUS, THE FIST IS FOR THE MIGHTIES, THE ONE WITH TWO SNAKES WRAPPED THE STAFF IS FOR THE BEARERS/SUPPORT, THE SHIELD IS FOR THE AEGISTERS, AND THE ARROW WITH THE GUN IS FOR THE BERSAGLIERI, SO ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS HANDLE IT!" Señor Migs explained and brought out a creature with a mixture of purple and blue colors...

“Just promise me you’ll come back again.” Before I could answer, footsteps echoed through the hall. Mason, my Gamma, appeared, sweat slicking his neck. His wolf was close to the surface. I could see it in the way his eyes flashed gold. “Alpha,” he said, panting, “they’ve crossed the river. We counted at least six packs mixed in. Rogues, mercenaries… and they’re carrying a new flag.” My jaw tightened. “Show me.” Mason stepped forward, holding out a torn scrap of cloth. I took it and unfurled it. A crimson banner, painted with a moon split in half, blood dripping from its edge.

His whole stance screaming defiance. I took a step forward, but stopped myself. They hadn’t noticed me. And something in Jake’s expression told me this was not a conversation I was meant to interrupt. So I walked away. But the image stayed with me all night. The next day came too fast. The Crimson Pack was alive with celebration. Musicians filled the air with bright songs, banners in crimson and silver waved from every rooftop, and the scent of flowers clung to every breath. Warriors stood tall in ceremonial armor, lining the path to the altar.

Somewhere in the ocean, two armies were facing each other. One was in a defensive position, and the other was getting ready to attack. The Scarlett Army even had flags that held the Scarlett insignia. It was flowing according to the ocean's current just like it was being blown in the wind. The Cobalt Army also had their own flags that showed the different clans. This particular army was showing more flags from the shark clan than the other since this was their region. The armies in the other clans' region also did the same.

he ordered in a composed tone, and I nodded almost instantly. As Deimon left the cave in pursuit of Monica, I remained inside, clutching my arms close to my chest as I nervously ventured further into the darkness. Shortly after, a wave of relief washed over me as my vision caught something nearby. I exclaimed with joy upon locating the Umbra Pack Flag on a cold stone table. A small candle illuminated the area, making it easier to spot. The Umbra Pack flag featured a deep blue background with a bold silver crescent moon at the center, accompanied by three silver rays symbolizing strength, unity, and resilience.

He was from the South and was very bad at dealing with extreme weather like this. “You are right. They should be,” said Damien gloomily. “So take another look.” He was gazing at the Crimson Fort with a telescope as well. His face had grown hard and expressionless. Aurora looked again. This time she finally got a better view. Damien was right. Those were not people waiving their hands at them. Because the dead didn’t wave. Hanging on the flagpole were a few corpses strapped completely naked. Their grayish blue arms dangled in the strong wind, which may seem like waving if you looked from the distance.

Nakangiting pagpapaunlak ko at inalalayan si Crimson papasok sa entrance ng venue. ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

ILANA. The Blood Moon Festival came five days too early. On the third evening, the moon bathed its eerie, crimson glow over the Nightshade Pack. This was an event rarely experienced and considered by the pack to be a sign from the Moon Goddess, hastening the fate of two destined mates. The pack was in an uproar of joyful frenzy. The whole of the pack square hummed with excitement, as though even the air vibrated in anticipation. I faltered at the door to Rana's small cabin and brushed off invisible lint from the pale blue dress that Rana had lent me for tonight. "Rana, are you sure about this?" I asked, trying to keep the nerves from edging my voice.