Fictional Flag Maker Novels & Stories

And he, being the pack Alpha, may be the one we had an issue with… If this man, who I assumed was called Zeke... Alpha Zeke, did not approve of the situation we were placing in front of them, as false it may be, then he may not allow Zaine to take me as his chosen mate. Zaine was going to do all he could to portray us as a very much in love couple, I knew that. A long-term relationship. Like he had my own parents. Anything to make them believe the story we were weaving, to allow him to gain his title. But, if his father did not approve, then all our lies, our plan would have been for nothing. And that look within that man's eyes did not fill me with hope.

‘The Medical Saint of Hell’s Gate’ smiled and said with both hands behind his back. Rowan looked at Chase with a grim look. “What do you have to say about that now, young man?” “Those are all fake.” Chase shrugged and said, “What are all these pennants and licenses about? You can manufacture one by going into any random shop. They can make it as real as you want it to be. “By the way, I forgot to mention something.” Chase continued, “The real Medical Saint of Hell’s Gate doesn’t have such pennants because he won’t care for them.”

More so trick me into being close with her for her i***a story. "We better proceed to the meeting point. Five minutes left", I said. I saw a cabin up ahead, with Murray standing infront of it and people like Drizella gulping water down their throats. "Ah-brother. Seems like we are going to win this",Mario said gleefully holding in his hand four flags. How? How had they of all people managed to get four flags? And if they had four flags and we had three that meant Daniel's team also had three flags well if they managed to even find one that is.

When it came to my life, failure wasn’t an option, it was default mode. “It isn’t a dud,” said Biadet. “It just doesn’t do what you think it does.” I looked around and then up. There was a flagpole with the Fengarad flag snapping in the breeze. And standing on top of the post, on the balls of her feet, hands clasped behind her back, was Biadet. Tweedle Fake and Tweedle Faux both backed away. Biadet jumped from the top of the flagpole and landed lightly on her feet.

She was also distressed. Those four coughed, embarrassed. “Anyhoo, do you see the difference between the flags?” Teal cleared her throat and brazenly continued her lesson. Zombie was laughing at her side but was ignored. Mandrill Monkeys were enjoying every bit of their banter at the back. Obviously, Joker and Bunny weren’t included. They had settled next to Shadow. “Who knows which one Bulteo’s flag?” She continued the lesson. Two flags were identical with a tiny distinction whereas the other one was completely different.

If Madeleine stayed, she would have had no one except him. Even so, Madeleine came because they loved each other. He had said he loved her too much to endure a long-distance relationship, so Madeleine stayed. Still, Madeleine never wanted anyone to believe she remained because of his money. She was young and idealistic, and she refused to tolerate any doubts about her integrity. She decided never to ask him for financial help. She did not even tell him when she was struggling. The hardest period came when Madeleine earned only 500 dollars in a month. She had rented a basement room in a shared house and survived on pasta.

"Nope, I want to ask you for help!" "Huh! Okay, tell me!" "Yesterday you asked me to pretend to be your boyfriend, right? Well, now change! In the short story, my father came from Japan last night. Then, he said I was in an arranged marriage but I didn't want to. I said I have a girlfriend. Then my father said today I have to bring my girlfriend home to meet him!" explained Eldrian which made Ilona gape. "So, what's the problem!" "The problem is I don't have a girlfriend, you know it!"

It could even be said that they were almost suffocating at this moment. "Go to hell, brat!" First Elder activated a long flag in his hand and waved it violently! This long flag was entirely black! Generally speaking, martial artists who used this kind of weapon were very rare and had different effects from ordinary weapons! At this moment, the flag emitted a very mysterious light. It was like a sharp blade, spreading around. The surrounding void was buzzing. The long flag kept releasing power, enveloping Zephyr Khan. Seeing that his weapon had wrapped around Zephyr Khan, the First Elder began to cultivate.

His handsome face crumpled, and his eyes reddened on the spot. He clenched his teeth and, trembling, drew a long ebony flute from his belt and blew it with all his strength. A low note split the air, carrying a strange ripple of magic. I raised an eyebrow. That flute was actually a low-grade sending-charm—an enchanted relic for carrying messages. It wasn't powerful, but from the material and the workmanship, someone had clearly poured real effort into it. How did a relic like that end up on a boy who hadn't even crossed the First Circle?

The old cloth tore straight off the metal hook and hit the floorboards with a soft thud, and two of Silas's spearmen immediately stepped forward to fold the fabric and carry it toward the back disposal pile near the kitchen. "That felt so good to see that old flag come down off that wall, Riley, because my father used that symbol to remind everyone in this house that they belonged to him," Fantine said, taking the new combined pack flag from Silas and handing the top corner loops up to me. "Pass me those loop straps, Fantine, and I will hook them onto these metal posts so everyone stepping through those front doors knows this estate belongs to our pack now," I instructed, reaching up high to