Lambda Chi Alpha Flags Novels & Stories

At his back was a symbol that they were all familiar with. Ah, it's not just a symbol that caught their attention, at the side of him was a proudly standing flag that symbolizes their country. A familiar thirteen horizontal stripes, seven red alternating with white, and countless stars that seems to represent a new constellations. One of them, stunned and awestruck, can't help but exclaim in a form of a whisper, "What the… isn't that?" ["Thank you for your participation, officers of the Vyseni's and PSIA's most cherished squad, SPADE, and especially to you, Archilles Callisto, commander-in-chief. My name is Stanley Laurel II."]

Well really, the mating and marking process had already bound them together, but for the Alpha and Luna of a pack this would bring them together even more closely, so that they would be fit to take on the many challenges that pack leadership required. And because Luca was the highest Alpha in their half of the world, he would be the one conducting the ceremony. He squeezed her hand as he gazed down at her beautiful face. She met his eyes, smiling nervously up at him. He could hear her heart pounding in her chest, nervous at being the center of attention, in front of so many people. "You look amazing." He whispered, before clearing his throat as he prepared to raise his voice so that everyone

I planned on letting the triplets know that I wasn't happy with this and forcing me into doing things I didn't want wouldn't make me forgive them. Right outside the school was a Rolls Royce with the Alpha symbol on it. The Alpha symbol was a gold shield that had a wolf in the middle and the name of our pack, inscribed at the bottom. The shield was placed on any property owned by the Alpha's family. Right in front of the Rolls Royce were two guards. They scanned the areas like predators and when one of them sighted me, he looked at a photo in his hand and then he informed the other guard to look at me.

Banners stretched across the corridors, bold and proud in black and blue with letters that screamed "NATIONAL ALPHA’S CUP — GO RAVENS!" The Ravencrest logo, a sharp raven beside a wolf’s head within a black shield behind it, was everywhere. On the walls, the windows, even the floor tiles. Students moved around us with scarves tied proudly around their necks, black with silver stitching that shimmered when the light caught them. A few wore football headbands, tugging them down over their brows with pride. Some were humming, others chanting low versions of the Ravens’ chant that I’d never heard before.

Leo's wolf was the tallest of us all and all others whimpered in respect to him. We set into a sprint with Leo at the forefront and we all charged towards the Red Moon Pack. A few meters away, we could hear the sound of havoc. The Red Moon was already under attack when we got there. In no time we recognized the Red Moon warriors and the intruders. Any Pack in alliance with Sky Wings has a symbol that their warriors put on their foreheads in times of war. Leonard mind linked me, “Derek, go ahead with the others, I need to go find the Alpha of this pack before it's too late,” he said in a hurry

Wolves surrounded us, shifters from every corner of Lucian’s territory, some in human form, others padded and noble in their fur, all standing in reverent silence. And at the center of it all, him. Lucian. The Lycan King. The Alpha. He stood shirtless, barefoot, draped in a ceremonial sash made of braided threads, black, silver, and deep crimson, the colors of the Alpha line. The mark of the moon was etched in ash across his chest. He looked feral and beautiful. Mine. His dark eyes found mine as I stepped into the circle. I wore nothing elaborate. Just a deep blue silk gown and a crown of wild white flowers threaded with moonvine across my hair. My feet were bare. My heartbeat was loud.

The black wolf symbolizes it's full of Envy, Anger, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, flash pride, superiority, and ego. Ash placed another mural in front of it the old one. It was a painting of a black wolf with red eyes, licking the white wolf's face with love written about it. Alex gasped at the painting. It was of them together on a run with the rest of the pack. Win must have taken it, and sent it to Ash so he could paint it. A painting of an Alpha with his Omega. It's show their love for eachother, their trust for eachother.

" It's about the Alpha title, I came to ask for more time to get a Luna so I can be named the Alpha." "......."

Layla’s POV As I quickly learned, agreeing to the Bonding ceremony with Hector was much more than I anticipated it would be. For starters, he was an Alpha and that meant there would be no small and intimate ceremony for us, despite the fact that I would’ve preferred that by far. This meant that the rest of the week flew by in a blur of near constant activities that ranged from penning down invitations to the leaders of other werewolf Packs the Sanguis were affiliated with to dress fittings.