Fiction Flag Novels & Stories

So you know something. He continued, “This game opens the door for camaraderie between the three worlds. Through this game, it will promote the existence of teamwork that will be built by pushing through the same goal and that is to protect your respective flags and steal as many flags as you can.” On cue, a triangular red flag popped in front of Maleficent. As it was about to fall, she immediately grasped the flag that was only about the size of her palm. Her eyes found their way to the two men. “Guess this is the flag that headmaster is talking about?” Cent waived the flag.

Cillian asked. The vampire grew angrier, “let me have the flag.” Cillian shook his head, “why do you want it, you don’t have a team anymore you’re already out or do you need me to make it bloody clearer?” His hand reached for his sword. He scoffed, “because of the stupid show you displayed for us you think I will believe that you’re some kind of wonderful fighter?” Cillian nodded, “yes, you should think so.” The vampire shook his head, “the flag is mine.”

she asked, "Are you just messing with me? Do I look like I want to be messed with right now?" "I'm not kidding around. I'm serious" Samson replied. "I can't believe that I'm telling you this. I could easily make you do what I want you to do, but I care about you. I don't know why I do, but if this... If this thing between us is what I suspect it is, then I don't want it to be built on lies and deceit. I want it to be real. So maybe this will make you believe me "

"In two nights, we will hold an allegiance ceremony. If you wish to join with my pack, you will give your fealty to Vorlyk and become part of his clan. Each and every one of you will honor him or tell us your plans to be part of another pack or join the Canadian cats. For some of you, this is a quick decision, but we have little time for pleasantries. Talk to your sister cats that have fought beside Vorlyk and me. Several of Brandt's and Marcus's wolves have asked to join us and give allegiance too." The new cats looked at Nicolas with startled eyes. "Do you have questions?" "You will honor our fealty regardless of our gender?" Lithea spoke for the women. "Speak to your sisters. They know my

" No, not usually. Although some people claim that children get emotionally attached to people who give them a lot of affection" *Could that be it?* " Why?", Kori added. " No reason", Paisley shrugged. " Is it fun?" " Is what fun?" "Having a f-", she paused. "Having the F word" "You make it sound like a video game", Kori chuckled. " I don't know what word to use", Paisley defended. This earned her another chuckle from Kori. " Well, I don't know about fun, but, it seems fulfilling" " I don't get it"

"Don't judge a book by its cover. He has a girlfriend, you know. Her mom was admitted here a few weeks ago, and he didn't care at all. "He did not even help her get an appointment, even though he knew the woman could not understand the procedures. That's supposed to be his mother-in-law. "I also heard he delayed that woman's operation because he got distracted by some other girl talking about a school friend or something. Do you know how devastated his girlfriend was? I found her crying from stress in the emergency stairwell." The first nurse stared at her in disbelief. "What the hell? Where are all the good, handsome men? I can't believe he's such a red flag."

It was clear that this place held great significance to the rogues, but its true purpose remained a mystery. As our eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, we noticed a large tapestry hanging on the far wall. Its vibrant colors and detailed embroidery caught our attention. Approaching it cautiously, we discovered that it depicted a scene from ancient folklore, a tale of power and betrayal. "It seems like this tapestry tells a story," I remarked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Let's see if we can unravel the secrets hidden within." We gathered around the tapestry, studying the intricate details that depicted a wolf pack divided, torn apart by internal strife. The betrayal was evident in their e

Though it is. I believe I'm biting into a cherry just picked from the branch because I keep smelling sweet spring fruit in the air. My wolfsbane should have run out by now, and my rut should be done. However, the energy around the Rig may be deceiving me and bringing out my lycan traits when they should be latent until the next full moon. I'm having trouble falling asleep as it gets later because we have to leave early tomorrow. The sides of the rig are violently slapped by the roar of the water. In my head, desire is constantly shouting to be satisfied.

It all seemed chaotic, a little unnerving when it took so much effort for Roger to separate Abihirt. Indeed... at least the man had succeeded, but there was a serious—unreadable—depiction of Abihirt's breathing; it was unavoidable, like a pendulum held too long, and next Roger had to offer Froy a favor so that all the makeup on the face—which had almost lost its mind, could be divided into several parable maps. In the end, no one can explain what Froy looks like now. Bruised, red, bloody, all such a complete mix that Gloriya would not have the patience to spare the event; looking exactly the valley of chaos.