Half White Half Red Flag Novels & Stories

Amazed at what she just said, I hugged her right and kissed her just then her mother came out and said "Not a tear from her eyes, " she warned. "Yes, ma" I replied Soon after I took Karen as my wife, she got pregnant and gave birth to a triplet a boy, and two girls. Just then we thought we would live happily, a prophecy came that my son was going to be the strongest of all wolves on the next full moon after he turns eighteen. He was to rule over other packs alongside his sisters. Just then our nightmares began.

Not only did we make it to the end of the case, but we kept our red alive and it's stronger than ever. He pulls me into a hug and I rest my head on his chest, closing my eyes and listening to his heart beat. I know his world isn’t normal, but neither is mine. Hell, the Adair’s don’t back down from anything, and no matter what happens, I’ll stand with him shoulder to shoulder ready to take on the battles. There’s no one I’d rather fight beside and there’s no one I’d rather love for the rest of my life.

I stepped past the boundary line and started to look carefully for any traps that might be hidden underfoot. One area had white flags driving into the dirt. The others had blue, green, and then red. It itched my curiosity as to why the red flag was only one, while there were almost a round ten of the whites, five of the blues, and then two of the greens. "This seems to be a simple camp game," I chuckled a bit, the sound low in my chest. It amused me to think that the grand, formidable council had prepared some simple flag games in the area for the future leaders to take tomorrow. Surely, the real test would be much more brutal than a mere scavenger hunt.

It is thick, metallic, and hot. “Do you smell what I smell?” I ask Jane to be sure. “I might be smelling something worse than you are,” she responds, her face twisted in disgust. We take one careful step onto the block, and our boots stick to the floor. We look down and realize the concrete is flooded. We pass glances, inhaling sharply before we look up. My stomach drops, there’s blood everywhere. It splashes across the high windows, blocking the morning light; it runs down the grey walls in long, dark streaks. It is smeared over the iron bars. The entire block is painted red.

I might even have to go in each direction to breathe in the air around there. I made the horse stop, and then I came down. I should get to work since there was no alternative. I looked at the moon, and in a matter of minutes, half of it would be completely red. This might be the part where we all gave in to our wolves. Only a wolf would see clearly under a moon that was half red and half white.

Finally around 10am his phone started ringing. “Hello! What did he say?” Aiden practically yelled at his father through the phone. “Well good morning to you to son, I slept great thank you for asking.” Arthur responded sarcastically, “the doc said he has to have some werewolf blood but she might be a Half Blood. It’s very rare since most werewolves stick to their own kind, but there have been a few one night stands or even short relationships between humans and werewolves. Once in a while a half blood will be the product of that. We think your mate must have grown up as a human. Her mom may not have even known that she had slept with a werewolf let alone gave birth to one.”

Usually he would have cut it in half, but wanted her to have the whole and not the half. “ the whole and not the half, my sweet girl.” he said, and raised the apple to her mouth. She held his gaze for a moment and reached for the apple. “ the whole and not the half.” he repeated, “ that’s what i want with Aine. that’s all i want with Aine.” he heaved out a breath and thought for a moment about his encounter with Rhoda that afternoon. What had she said, About not making any promises?

The flag was white. I didn’t know why they chose such a color. It looked like raising the flag meant we surrendered. I didn’t like it. Still, we gotta deal with what we got. “So, how are we gonna survive in the forest without fire, food or anything that can help us?”

“No sunlight. Only flames. It’s rumored that Mr. Consulate chose gold as his royal color to signify the Secondaries once again uniting with daylight. To walk amongst humankind beneath the sun. The red color makes it look like a flame, transforming what should be a banner of respect into a message of silent contempt.” “Or a silent threat.” “Perhaps.” I ponder the notion and study the banners more closely, focusing my hyper-vision into the stitching of the pattern. The careful hand of the golden flag becomes ragged as it bleeds into the red border. The flag was not intentionally made with this border. The sloppy work is evidence enough of that. It was done hastily, by an inexperienced hand, at

By the seventeenth day of December, Christmas has taken over the town. Soon red and white are the only two colours the world knows—how it always happens this time each year. Plastic hollies and mistletoes hang from porches of family houses and schools gates, churches and banks. A cherry sun hangs from a lucid mistless sky. Red and white, too. Perhaps that is all Christmas is: Red and white.