Lambda Chi Alpha Flags Novels & Stories

“Just promise me you’ll come back again.” Before I could answer, footsteps echoed through the hall. Mason, my Gamma, appeared, sweat slicking his neck. His wolf was close to the surface. I could see it in the way his eyes flashed gold. “Alpha,” he said, panting, “they’ve crossed the river. We counted at least six packs mixed in. Rogues, mercenaries… and they’re carrying a new flag.” My jaw tightened. “Show me.” Mason stepped forward, holding out a torn scrap of cloth. I took it and unfurled it. A crimson banner, painted with a moon split in half, blood dripping from its edge.

‎ ‎And my husband, the King of the Lycan Kingdom, Alpha of Demon's Pack is about to unleash it. ‎I stand on the balcony overlooking the courtyard. From here, I can see the chaos below. Soldiers gathering in ranks, blacksmiths hammering swords until sparks flew, horses being saddled with the royal crest. The war banners, dark red and gold, were being unfurled in the late evening wind. ‎ ‎The sigil of our house, a wolf wreathed in flame, snaps proudly in the cold air.

Therefore, Crown Prince Ruarc of the noble Icelands, can take his orders and shove them up his tight little hole because I would bow to no one. Alpha or Omega. “Crinka, I don’t want to hurt you, so drop the fucking knife and step the fucking back”, Ruarc yelled. Had I remained that Crinka, the one who was too quick to accept her fate, the demeaning fate bestowed upon her, I would have stepped back. But I am not that Crinka, thus, the Crown Prince would like to think again, before infusing alpha’s dominance in his tone, because this Crinka, would bow to no one.

Beta Henry said as he barged into the room, panting heavily. Alpha Lance waved his hands, ordering him to close the door as he entered. “Who is it?” He asked. Beta Henry swallowed hard. “I think it belongs to Zachary.” He informed, utterly taking Alpha Lance by surprise. “But Zachary is dead. I killed him with my own hands, so how can you tell me that the flag belongs to him and he was the one that imposed the attack?” “I believe that he didn’t die that night for he is the only one that uses black flags when he was still leaving in this pack and again, the scent laced on it belongs to him.”

I asked in an emotionless tone, arms folded across my chest. He nodded. A cold expression crossed my face as dread began to form in my chest. I prayed it wasn’t who I thought it was. But the Goddess must have been deaf to my plea. “It’s the Lycan King’s men,” he said. “I recognized them immediately. They also left a message.” “What kind of message?” I snapped, whipping my head toward him. “A flag,” he said. “A red flag. It signifies that he has cut off his alliance with our pack.”

This followed by 2 more flags with an emblem of a flying white bird and a large black rock covered by green moss. I asked Steven about them and he explained that the flags identify the dorms for students who are pure elemental conjurers. We settled in one of the cafe’s and then he proceeded to explain things better, the dorms with the dragon flag are called House of Fire, the dorms with the swimming green turtle flag are called House of Water, the dorms with the flying white bird flag are called House of Air, and the dorms with the large black rock covered by green moss flag are called House of Earth.

Beta Mason chirped from the other side of the door. A sweet voice answered. “Coming, Dad!” Diana erased all traces of malediction from her face as soon as she opened the door. THE FLAGSHIPS OF THE CRESCENT PACK, WHICH was a howling white wolf that formed a crescent half-moon, littered the tents that were set up for the Tribute Ceremony. While white tents were cramped together in front of the foggy forest, delta-ranked werewolves were posted everywhere while epsilon-ranked ones were stationed at the high towers as lookouts.

The surroundings are noisy. Music and loud cheers are everywhere. Today is the annual pack party of the Starlight Hallow Pack. The crowd yelled when their Alpha and his family comes out of the stage. Well build body, trimmed beard, and blue eyes are the face of the honorable rank number three werewolves ambassador, Alpha Lino Lumayag. His Luna with blonde hair and green mossy eyes is standing proudly on his right side. And their beautiful daughter, which is a carbon copy of her mother and with the same eyes as her father, waving shyly at everyone to his left side.

Raising my hand to scratch my shoulder, I cock my head and ask sarcastically, “You could have called. Why must you always show up like this? Uninvited.” “Well, because I am the Alpha. We don’t follow normal rules. We have our own we abide by, and it doesn’t involve humans’ niceties. If I need to fetch you, I will do it any time I want.” He states angrily as I watch his eyes start to glow again. Every time he becomes upset, his eyes do that, so I always know when I have gotten to him. “Alright, alright. Anyway, I need to get dressed. What is it exactly that couldn’t wait?” I ask absentmindedly as I shuffle around and try to find the pair of comfy jeans that I laid down a couple of days

The look on his eyes reminded me of how Nigel looked at Kristen and the thought of them made my heart ache. “Beta, as in the Greek letter?” I asked, not quite understanding. He laughed and his brown eyes danced, “Yes, but that means she’s the second in power and authority in the whole pack.” Wow. “You fight your way through to get ranked in the pack,” he continued, “That’s how it's done. She won everyone who challenged her, even Liam, the gamma.” “He was the former Beta?” Richie nodded his head in response. I was slowly catching up on the whole werewolf terminology.