Fictional Flag Maker 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.

I take his hand with a small thank you then stand next to him. "Thank you all for coming here..." I start. I'm not really good at making speeches but I try giving a two sentenced speech before turning and holding the rope that keeps the banner in place. I tag at it before the red cloth drops revealing. The Red Flags Exclusive Club making me gasp. Aiden didn't want me to see the name. "It suits it. Don't you think?" he asks standing behind me. I nod absentmindedly admiring the words. "Why would you do this?"

By the next day, while reinforcement would arrive at any moment, Katie had finished our flag’s design. The whole gang loved it when she showed it to us before presenting it to the Mayflowers. Katie and all the seamstresses in the hill-fort gathered together to knit our flag inside Wilt Hall. We were astonished that Katie could knit. We waited by the entrance for hours. Mrs. Smith, Hassan, Commander Raja, Miranda, and the two Green Bit chiefs arrived with a wooden pole and silver ball.

"The Moreno family is influential in their own right. They have a large network of connections. We had only just taken them away when we began receiving calls from people inquiring about the situation. "The finger that they received wasn't real. The package also didn't come from abroad. However, we still haven't discovered who created the fake finger and Ethan's whereabouts." "Dad," I murmured hoarsely. My voice was so small that I could barely hear myself, but Dad immediately leaped to his feet and hurried over to my side. He held my hand while carefully avoiding the needle, asking, "Are you in pain?"

Sansi. “This is a very well-made beer flagon.” she said, unfolding the fabric so he could see it. She made sure the object caught the sunlight falling through the windows. “As the gentleman can see, it’s decorated with leaves and at the sides it has beautiful hunting scenes,” she said, tilting and turning the flagon before reaching it toward him. Mr. Sansi carefully received the flagon and scrutinized it carefully. Mary was terribly nervous he would give back the beer flagon and leave. She needed the money. She had to sell at least some small item to Mr. Sansi. After reviewing it, he turned to Mary. “How much?” Her heart stopped beating; her brain worked feverishly.

She had suspicions about the fabric being fake when she first got the clothes but wanted to confirm it once again, so she decided to send it over to her mother, who also knew about fabrics like her dad with the caption of keeping confidential by deleting the message right after she reviews it. “The fabric is indeed fake, the maker did try so hard to make it look like the original thing, but he left some evidence. When makers carry out a fake design, they leave their signature in order to trap whoever the buyer is. They might use it to blackmail them later in the future, so if the designer proceeds with this fabric, there might be issues in the future if something goes wrong between them. It

"Mo Nai said it is a great killing weapon, but I think he is a big fool. He doesn't know much about these small flags." These small flags were called Star Flags and real Divine Relics. He didn't expect that Star Flags existed on the earth, and there were 12 Star Flags. He wondered where they came from. The power of these 12 Star Flags combined with the Massive Killing Formation of the 12 Stars would be absolutely terrifying. Mo Nai didn't know about the magic formation at all. As he had shown the flags just now, he didn't even use one-tenth of the Star Flags' power.

Laughter engulfed in the air but was soon turned sedated upon the awakening of the fighting spirits. “Professor is their higher merit to those who capture the flag first?” A mahò user from the line next to us queried. “Yes of course, this after all is still a competition,” Professor Macabre foxily said. Mikael looked back at us and we all nodded in understanding. “Okay then everyone! Let the capturing of your flags begin!”

Emma dropped the day's mail on Steve's desk. A manila envelope addressed to Steve in bold letters caught her eye. The writing was done in magic marker and there was no return address. And no stamp. Someone had to have put it in the mailbox themselves. Very clandestine. She smiled. Probably just campaign materials.

Now that we are leaving a few minutes from now, I have to prepare something in advance like the routes, the roles, and such. I also advised them to change the ship into a smaller one without the pirate flag they're so proud of. They agree but not with the flag, they said the flag is the pirate's soul. I don't understand it but all I can do is to agree. But then again, I can clearly understand what they want to say about it just like how I treasure the people in my world, they treasure the flag as a sign of themselves. At least they promised to lower it down when we arrived at the port. I smiled, pirates are not that bad.