Green Ribbon Novels & Stories

“I don’t care if we walk two steps in there and you call tonight off. It’s not for everyone. You say stop, we stop.” “What are the colors for?” I asked, looking back and forth between the boxes of ribbons and the red one he was tying fast around my wrist. “Red means nobody touches you. Nobody tries to fuck you. You’re here with one person and that person is the only one who comes near you.” A low warning carried in his voice, and I couldn’t help but wonder if that was for my benefit - or directed at me. Nobody but him was allowed to touch me. “Blue and green?”

They were embroidered with ‘young alpha’ in blue and green and ‘princess’ in white. Meanwhile, I ordered Nick to decorate all the lamp posts in the pack with three intertwined ribbons of green, blue, and white, symbolizing the birth of the heirs. In the same way, the packhouse was lit in tricolor, and a huge banner was hung at the entrance that said, ‘Welcome the Future of the River Bed Pack.’ Agatha decided on the colors, saying our children had revealed their preferences in her dreams.

The newest ribbon braid waited in a basket: vibrant spring colors mixed with deep, enduring tones. Elena went first, tying a strand of soft rose and silver. “For the women healing at the center. For the courage it takes to begin again. And for Sophia and me choosing each other honestly, even when the world doesn’t understand.” Sophia added a small, delicate thread. “Thank you for making space for me in this beautiful circle.” Leo, voice deepening further with every month, tied a bright copper ribbon. “For inventions that give people control over their own lives. And for knowing when it’s time to step forward.”

The ceremony only lasted a short time, Pines Ridge was dressed up beautifully today, with fruits and goodies laid out everywhere, and after the simple ceremony, everyone got together to chat. It didn't feel like a wedding, but rather like a gathering of friends. Serena walked over to the aunt, "Auntie, where's Robin?" The woman pulled something out of her pocket, "He's not coming, here's something he gave you, happy wedding." Serena looks down and realizes it's a bracelet woven with red string, she takes it, "Thank you." The woman lowered her eyes and sighed, "It's braided with Acacia clasps, he used them for a long time so don't throw them away."

"Are you just doing this just because Ashton will be there?" "No," I lied. Well, half lied. Maybe I'm doing it because Brayden might be there too. I don't know, honestly. But I know that I want to impress someone, I just don't know who. I told Mom I wanted something simple but nice, attractive but doesn't attract a lot of attention. And that's what she found for me. The top part was shiny silver, and the bottom part was of lacy white. The top and bottom were connected by a pastel pink ribbon.

Closing the space with my beloved, I intwined my hand in his, but there were no sparks, no electricities, or chills. "We will begin with the handfasting ritual." Grey, the lead council elder, mumbled as he picked up two colors of ribbons from the mating tray. "The blue ribbon signifies harmony and patience. While the green ribbon signifies fertility and abundance of health. May your marriage be filled with these two magical colors and always blossom." He declared, his voice echoing through the hall of people as he intwined my hands to Asher with the two magical ribbons. I felt my heart skip a beat. I was finally getting married to Asher, and everything still s

I examined the ribbon closely. "Blue is the colour that represents victory in our pack. With that, I support you so that you and your team win." She said it sweetly. And I felt my heart flooded with warmth. I spread my arms, welcoming Maeve into my embrace. We hugged for a long time. I run my fingers over her hair. She reminded me of Lacie. I promise that even if I don't win, I will return safely.

A red ribbon meant second. A red ribbon meant…I’d lost. I’d lost. I’d motherfucking lost. It was easy to see who’d won, because everyone was congregated around that arrangement. I hadn’t stopped to look at the entries earlier because I’d wanted to wait until they’d announced the winners. Now I almost wished I had looked at them, because then my curiosity wouldn’t need to be assuaged. My first thought when I saw the winning arrangement was that it was absolutely beautiful. It was delicate, deceptively simple, yet looking at it, I saw echoes—as much as you can see echoes.

Omem made hers, with a red ribbon, to hang over the large fireplace in the library for the rest of the winter, in honor of Cerridwen, the Celtic mother goddess. Silke chose yellow ribbons for her grain doll. ‘That means Spirit and decisiveness,’ said Liza, ‘action and wealth.’ Silke smiled a little, her eyes kept sliding to Raven. He kept ignoring her and that annoyed her immensely, Maddie saw. Maddie smiled and was surprised at how she felt about that. She was glad he ignored Silke, but she wasn't sure why. Raven thought purple was the most beautiful color. ‘Fits your name as a messenger,’ Laughed Jente.

Eli stuffed an entire honey cake into his mouth and said around it, “I heared it.” “Heard it,” my father corrected mildly, and that was the end of that. After the plates were cleared, it was time for the ribbon ceremony. The fiddle stopped and the whole square went quiet, faces gathered in the firelight, waiting. My heart was pounding, but with Dominic’s pulse slow and steady through the bond, I felt a little calmer. The ribbon was a deep Goldenveil blue, old and soft, the kind of thing that had clearly tied a hundred pairs of hands before ours. The pack elder wound it around our wrists in a pattern too quick to follow, knotted it once, and stepped back.