Half White Half Red Flag Novels & Stories

There were red flags towering over them marked with white writings of something that resembled a centaur. Méah's eyes narrowed to make it clearer for her to see the writings on the flags to give her an idea of who they are or where they're from. But her vision was blocked by a gigantic pair of legs wearing a combat attire the same as the rest of them. When she looked at the man's face, she didn't see his face because it was covered by something that looked like a paper. As the sun had reached at its highest point in the middle of the clear sky, she could see an image sketched on the the paper from behind. Fear hit her. She wished she was thinking it the wrong way.

“Assemble the array! All aim at the Carus’!” shouts a man in a battle suit. His hair was pitch black and his metal headgear was off, making that defined carved-like jaw visible. From this perspective, it looks like they both won the battle against the anti-peace battalions of vampires in the south. My eyes roamed around, this is not the white wolf’s castle. Where could it be? Pinned and hung on the walls were eleven flags embroidered with the eleven territories of Claveria Haltera. Also, in front of this gigantic hall were two thrones both at the same level.

the group laugh with Caleb’s question. “Of course, so the embark would be fun, since you were already divided into groups, we will explain the mechanics, so we can start,” I was just looking at Rein, while holding a piece of paper, “We have prepared the places where you can and can’t enter, when you see a red flag, it means you have to stop from there, because it is either trespassing our dangerous, however, and the other hand, when you see a green flag, it means, obviously a go, and a safe place to look,” “Are we digging or what? Count me out if yes,” I chuckled upon hearing Allian’s sentiment, others look at her, with furrowed brow, yeah, it wasn’t just Rabiya and Yana, it was the majority

and then go home to think about what they just agreed to. He pulled on his old leather vest. The one with Stonefang stitching on the shoulder. Some habits die slower than hatred. The Council Hall was empty. The new flag hung limp in the still air. Five colors braided into one circle. It looked beautiful. It also looked fragile, like it could unravel if someone pulled the wrong thread. He walked outside. Frost covered the festival grounds. Yesterday this ground shook with drums and dancing. Today, a single crow pecked at leftover bread.

“But something in you keeps pretending to be one.” “Careful,” I said. Her gaze didn’t waver. “Maybe that’s why it burned you.” I didn’t think. I crossed the space between us in two steps and grabbed her wrist — not hard, but enough to make her eyes flash. The Mark on her shoulder flared bright, searing red. A sharp, invisible pulse burst between us. Lights flickered. The power cut for half a second. Every system in the house screamed static through the walls — alarms flickering on, sensors tripping, cameras freezing.

His fingers still wore the shades of red and black colours, while tiny drops of white and gold, glinted off the backpack he had scrapped off the floor, just a few minutes after Yvette's text. He tilted his head to the brick wall he stood before, and stared a few seconds at the half finished painting. He had managed the upper half of the skull with tiny rose petals floating over it, but the lower jaw was missing. The top had its complete set of gold lined smirking teeth, which among those was a fang soiled in mostly red and part gold. A second of satisfactory smile smeared on his face and disappeared, as he grabbed tighter the straps of his backpack, and picked his way to the location Yve had

One was half white and half black with a crescent moon stitched in the center. Boring display of the White and Dark Witches. Beside that one was his flag, red with golden embroidery of a skull with thin and sharpened canines. Then beside his was a black flag with a red wolf stitched into it. He sat at a horseshoe shaped table, and he definitely didn't occupy it alone. To his left just around the curb was a man with dark brown hair that looked like it was butchered with a kitchen knife. Instead of the business attire that was normally acquired for such meetings, the man wore a dark blue plaid sweater and a black vest over it. His arms crossed over his chest and he was watching the speaker int

But her house was far from modest. I didn't pay much attention to the highway while my cousin drove, but I did see a sign saying Pacific Shores when he swerved the car out of the road. There were beautiful houses around. Aunt Hilda's was one of those too. It wasn't surprising, either. Her late husband was a retired general of the US Army. They had stayed in the States for five years, then Aunt Hilda decided she couldn't last the winter season and asked if they could go to her home country.

Seeing the rigid set of his shoulders and the way his pupils bled into the dark gray of his irises made Willow second-guess the daring cut of her silk dress. They were entirely isolated in the coastal silence of Redwood Bay, far from the prying eyes of the pack. He hadn't even caught sight of the nonexistent back of the garment yet.

I hoisted myself up on my horse and glanced at Frost one more time before I kicked the side of the horse and rode down the long path leading to the front gates of the main castle. The ride took about five hours and just thinking about the five hours back was a headache on its own. We had to stop once to give the horses a little rest before we carried on. By the time we reached the neutral territory, The Half shifters were already there. I looked at their Kingdom flag from a far. A beast that looks like part wolf and part human, tilting its head high to howl. It rested on a red flag, symbolizing the blood of those it butchered.