Half White Half Red Flag Novels & Stories

“Caught in the storm, huh?” “Yes, ma’am,” Jack said, his voice polite, water dripping from his hair. “We’re looking for a room for the night.” The woman her name tag read *Martha* frowned, checking a ledger. “We’re pretty full, what with the storm bringing folks in. Let me see… I’ve got one room left, but it’s just a double. You two married?”

Redboxinggloves has finally accepted me, after I proved that it really is me. I start reading their tweets immediately and realize it's worse than I expected. There are a lot more tweets about me than I imagined. And the comments are the worst. They are all mean people make fun of the fact that I am a "half-wolf". They make fun of my too thin and too long body, my legs, they say that my boobs are big because I have nothing on my brain and that no one talks to me besides Grayson and Baxter because I’m weird, just like them.

It emphasized its long and scattering roots and wide trunk that reminded Cent of the Ygdrasil. Nature. It’s the pompous nature-dwellers aka the Ambivalent beings and their twitching ears that need some piercing. The last one and the dreariest was the one that belonged to the Malevolent beings. Its color was black with embroidery made of red threads. The pattern was a combination of thorns and flames that it formed a big image of a screaming human that was scratching its neck from anguish. Yep, totally the flag for the dark dwellers. Cent nodded her head as she observed the three flags that reminded her that the Tri-world Tournament was only weeks away. Her eyes shifted onto the flock of stud

Two flags were identical with a tiny distinction whereas the other one was completely different. “One of them is the branch flag,” Sweetie stated the obvious. “The other two…” He tilted his head, unsure. Bulteo’s flag consisted of large explosive red fire and clouds. Nothing else. Teal beckoned Sleepy to bend down. Sleepy listened. “You see this?” There was a tiny transparent S line wrapped in the clouds like a snake wrapped around cotton candy. All of them collectively gasped. “Controversial.” “Smart as fuck.” “Speechless.”

“I’m always mad you don’t let me stab someone.” We shared a look. One of those quiet, bitter, stupidly warm ones that said: We made it through another day. --- That night, I climbed to the watchtower myself. The wind up there was vicious, tearing at my cloak, screaming like the ghosts we hadn’t buried yet. I pulled the old Bloodroot flag from my pack. Unfurled it. Held it high. Red. Gold. Black. The sigil burned into the fabric like it never stopped waiting.

The deck was burned, and the ropes were melted and hung loosely. Above it, waving in the morning breeze, was a flag. Red. Sharp. Unfamiliar with Vanessa’s symbol gleaming in the sunlight.

Suddenly a red flag went up on the first horse and Padraig’s voiced boomed out from the highest turret. “Ready the horses! Don your armour! Make ready to ride!” The corridors emptied faster than they had filled when the bells rang. What did a red flag mean to them? Padraig was the last man to pass him. “There’s trouble,” he said on his way down. “I won’t know exactly what until they arrive.” “Is that what the red means?” “Red means be ready to ride.”

“WWAAHHHH!!!….....” Accompanying my debut to the crowd that were gathered in the plaza, was booming chants and clapping hands. Some were seen even waving their small Aeternum Flag in their hands, the proud red and white with sword, shield and 6 stars circling the it, that was the Aeternum official flags. The one from my car were only, Me, Alfred and Alure, yes I brought Alure Johnson to the trial, after all she was my official secretary, although she was still new to her job.

her grandfather asked. “ You know, when they found their mate and they had to seal the deal.” She blushed. “ I see, Werewolves are mysterious creatures that are hard to understand, and myths and legends had different thoughts, beliefs and ideas about them, however, for what I know, werewolf are bound to find their mate, though others are unfortunate, but everyone has an other half.” “ hmm.”

Boomed Venom. Hayden’s wolf watched them in amusement. “The third kind is split into two halves,” Cory noted. “Half of the background is red and that side has yellow dots and the other half of the background is yellow and that half has red dots. So what happens there? Is the red half poisonous?” She asked.