Fiction Flag Novels & Stories

I was headed back to London and he back to the state of Washington where he was overseeing an engineering project. If romp implies sex, we didn’t romp. We had attraction—off-the-chart sparks—enough to ignite a forest fire with a side of some teenage making out—without the teenage clumsiness—but that was all. You could say that the lack of sex is another element to the drought I mentioned. Seriously, if things don’t look up, my vagina may dry up and blow away.

From the doorway, Ember’s voice answered low, “They’re quiet because they feel it too.” The war room had become a place of constant tension. Link stood over the stone table, palms flat, while Ember, Micah, and four regional Alphas argued over lines on the map. “No,” one of them snapped. “This isn’t Umbra. This is older.” “We all know the stories,” Ember said coldly. “But if it’s what we fear—if the Forgotten Fang is real—we’re not just dealing with war. We’re dealing with corruption. This thing doesn't fight in battles. It hollows you out from the inside.”

It just looked ridiculous! “I’ll eat something on the way. Jake, Julia!” I yelled. “You better be ready right now.” “They’re ready.” He rolled his eyes. “Leave that attitude with me, Juliet. I am not the Romeo who will be trying to conquer you.” “I didn’t ask you to be.” “Are you fighting?” Julia asked, appearing suddenly. “Friends are not supposed to fight, Juliet.” “Oh no. We’re not fighting,” I replied softly. “Sometimes people have different ideas, Julia. And that’s okay.”

Willow stepped out of the vehicle, her gaze catching on the massive iron gates of the estate. They were heavily adorned with red and white blooms, a stark contrast to the dark metal. A banner stretched across the top: The Felicity Charity Gala. In the world of the Redwood Bay packs, these events were dual-purposed—a genuine effort to fund the local orphanages and a stage for Alphas to flaunt their dominance. Robert and Evan followed her, their presence a steadying force. For a decade, the Grant family had been patrons of this foundation, a tradition Willow had participated in since she was a pup.

he called out, “can we get some more fries here?” I scrolled down the website, stopping by the picture of the Flair Mag’s sky scraper building in New York. I paused on it, mouse hovering over the image as looked on, imagining what it would be like to work there. Having your own glam team, trips around the world chasing even bigger stories and most importantly- a fat salary. Oh it was the dream. And I was just a story away from gracing my feet on their velvet set carpets probably imported from exotic places like Persia or Venice. The whole world would know my name and I would finally be able to interview stars without having them bolting the other direction whenever there is a subtle flash fr

Gerald used to tell me, all the time, that lack of practice would make me stiffer than the steel poles that held our kingdom's emblem and more ungraceful than Dron Fincher, the palace's footman. And so, because I wanted to avoid been so stiff and ungraceful, I had searched every nook I could reach and inquired from as many servants as I could come across with, but my efforts proved to be in vain. I would have continued with my search if Leana had not told me that I was doing our kingdom a disservice by going around in search of what was considered a taboo for all women. Frankly, I could not care less about the reputation I was supposedly inclined to uphold, but she managed to persuade me int

I threw it back in the bag and said, " Return it, please... I didn't like it.. " " Oh ... You are lying. I saw that you loved it till you saw the back... " " How can I? see the back... There is none here... I can't wear it... " " But I liked it... Please wear it for me.. " " No return it... It is so..... I will not wear... " " It is non-returnable... I want you to wear it.. " " Where would I go wearing it?"

Their legs began to shuffle but one of the campers stood still, his legs couldn't move and he had pissed on himself. "Everyone... Run! John screamed and immediately they began sprinted through the dark woods, some towards the direction of the camp, others overwhelmed by fear ran in other directions heading to unknown destinations. Summer was ahead of them all while Glenn and John were behind her. She wanted to die but certainly not in the hands of a beast she was yet to believe was real.

“It happened at the nightclub. I walked in. Nothing seemed shady. It was a normal club. Maybe it was just a rumor. At least that's what I thought. But I wish I never would have gone. People were looking at me weirdly, but I didn’t think much of it at first. I walked to the bar. The men sitting beside me were side-eyeing. It was starting to creep me out. “Excuse me, I’d like a margarita!” The bartender looked at me in amusement. “We don’t serve those here.” “I’ll have a Cosmopolitan then.” “Don’t have it.” “Moscow?” “Nope” “Old fashioned?” “No” What kind of bar doesn’t serve these common beverages? “What do you have then?” He eyed me up and down. “Bloody fang, Vamptini, Dark Fangroni, Blood o

“Fine. Talk.” Taiga’s hand swept across the papers, finding the ones he’d been buried in all night. His voice steadied with purpose. “I stayed up all night studying. And I came to a conclusion. What if they were a pack? Rei, Dante, kouji… and Maya.” The name caught in his throat, hesitation bleeding into his voice. “That’s ridiculous,” Tatsuya scoffed. “Enigmas can’t form a pack.” “Pay attention in Biology and PE, Tatsuya.” Taiga rolled his eyes, a hint of the old brotherly bite returning. “Enigmas can form something similar. Not a pack, but a PACT.”