Lambda Chi Alpha Flags Novels & Stories

His tall, mascular frame is a test for a woman's eyes, especially when it is wrapped in the most flawless of skins. He lifts my hand and pecks the back of it. His soft lips feels like wet feathers against my skin.. "Come," the Alpha says with the most enchanting of smiles. I follow the Alpha King is already towards his brothers. Apart from their clothes, the three have every feature of their body identical. The secret to telling them apart is however quite known. Alpha Alcott has his decorated with sapphires, Alpha Parish has his decorated with emeralds and Alpha Reid's is decorated with rubies. If they wanted to fool everyone, they would just exchange their crowns.

"Don't worry, I'll be back. I promise." "When we have a dinner party at the mansion, you must wear the pack's signature colours. It is customary and a tradition for family members to wear a colour from the pack. The pack colours are gold and black. Naturally, girls would wear a gold dress with black accessories or vice versa. Men would wear a tux with a gold tie or badge symbolising importance. Special or important warriors will always wear white, no matter what pack they are coming from. Omegas or helpers will wear black and white. Alphas, Lunas and co, will wear their respective pack colours." Luna _ informed me, handing me a stack of paper on my lap.

He had not selected his best men and prepared for the war for months only to hear that his opponent wanted a one on one fight which was going to be to his advantage, considering the fact that he was the oldest and strongest living werewolf. Xavier shook his head. “Tell Alpha Ferran that I have refused his request and if he does not open the city gates for his King to come in before the next ten minutes, him and his people have themselves to blame for what would befall them. Just as Xavier was done talking, a loud trumpet blew and two flags rolled down from a hill some meters away from them. Xavier could recognize the sigil on the flags. The first, was an ice wolf and the second a black wolf.

Sofia relayed to the gathering of the Alphas. There was murmuring and arguments in the Alpha's hall. The Alpha of the Usobo clan, a clan almost as fierce as the Mackenzie clan and on the far side of the South said she should be found and killed, while the Marja's Alpha (one of the battle fierce Alpha with a clan not too far from the Mackenzie clan and are referred to as the Red wolves because most of the wolves there has a red coat when they turn), argued that the Epsilon can be used to eradicate the Vamps ones and for all.

"Luna, this is such wonderful news." "Thank you," I said. "The pack has been really hoping for this," he continued, still focused on me. "Truly, Luna." He moved on, and another caught us barely a minute later. "Alpha, Luna, congratulations." A big smile right at me. "We're all so honoured." Then another one came up. "Alpha." He shook Agora's hand and turned to me. "Luna the goddess has blessed you both. This pack really needed this news. I mean it."

A burst of light filled the room. Warm. Soft. Golden. Mara flinched, covering her eyes. Jake shielded Ella again. When the light faded, each pup had a symbol glowing faintly on their tiny chest: The first— A silver crescent. Alpha leadership. The second— A burning blue star. Lycan strength. The third— A golden ring with no beginning and no end. Eternal unity. Ella’s breath caught. “Jake… their marks…” “I see it.” Jake’s voice broke.

I wore nothing beneath it. We passed a male vampire and he bowed to me. He wasn’t as gorgeous as Talon, but he was still incredibly handsome. He was wearing what I’d begun to think of as a uniform. I’d passed several vampires dressed this way in the halls. It consisted of a black silk shirt with a logo where the pocket would be. Eagle or hawk claws in a gold circle. Talons to be exact. The shirt was tucked into black pants that weren’t quite tactical like the military wore because these didn’t have all the pockets. His power feathered across my skin. He’d been one of the vampires at the dinner that now seemed so long ago.

Tracing it with his finger, he considered it again. In the shape of a military shield with a background of deep, midnight blue with a full silver moon partially veiled by a stylized American flag. In the center stood a formidable werewolf in a vigilant pose, its fur a combination of military green and silver, golden eyes glowed with determination. The werewolf held an M16 across his chest, teeth bared. Across the top in Marine red was a banner in bold gold letters with the pack motto. Semper Fidelis Lupus – Always Faithful Wolf. On either side of the shield, there were olive branches and arrows, paw prints linking the two. At the very bottom was the golden Eagle Globe and Anchor of the Unite

Zoe immediately deviated from the tailor. I rolled my eyes as she walked into the room to inspect Ilario. He still had his arms stretched out and legs slightly apart with pins in his burgundy and black jacquard blazer and black pants. It was a vague tradition that the ranked members had to follow. Alpha and Luna rank the ceremonial clothes must include gold. Betas wear blue, Gammas green, and Deltas red.