Lithromantic Flag Novels & Stories

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.

he called to a man directly behind his horse. "Good! Give signal the guards to open the gates!" "Alright!" Immediately after being ordered, from atop Indra's horse raised the Lurivia Kingdom-flagged spear aloft. Flag with the emblem of the Firebird with two crossed spears. Everyone in this kingdom who saw this flag held high must stand tall and pay homage. That's why the guards, who were usually lazing around, went wild just to pay their respects. The gate guard immediately opened the gate without any inspection first. Because they knew these cavalries were royal soldiers.

Her eyes are always working, scanning, plotting, I trust her brain more than I trust mine. Down below, boots scuff across packed dirt. Those Blood Fang banners? Black with a red fang tearing through, waving like they’re already celebrating. Dark Storm’s flag is there too, that deep red under Luca’s crest. Mira promised an army, and damn, she brought one. Enough to make a king sweat.

I whispered to Nate. “Some of the knights arrived in this place to secure the areas in advance. It’s the royals and some knights who are scheduled to arrive here today.” He says. Mine and Nate’s tent stood side by side. The flag of Thalia was raised on his tent while the flag of Gija was raised in mine. “So that’s Gija. It kind of resembles the mark on the pendant, don’t you think?” I told Nate as I grabbed both Custard and Viex in my arms before placing them on the ground.

The moment she saw what they were lying on, a wave of liquid fire erupted in her veins. It wasn't a standard bedsheet. It was a massive, ceremonial silk flag—the ancestral banner of the Silvermoon Pack. Lane’s mother had sewn that flag with her own hands, spending months intricately embroidering the silver wolf crest to mark the sacred union of their two packs. The night before he left for the war, Ethan had knelt before that very flag and promised to always honor it, to protect it as a symbol of their eternal alliance. And now, he was using her mother's sacred handiwork as a vulgar shroud for his infidelity.

So I have to be brave—for myself, and for everyone watching. The heart of Gray Helm pulses with restless energy as the people crowd the city square. Market stalls have been pushed aside, and the areas once scarred by protesters now gleam clean under the sunlight. The golden floors beneath us reflect the brightness of the day, almost as if the city itself is holding its breath. Bloodthorn’s flags fly proudly, held aloft by patriots. The emblem of the seven factions is displayed across the banners—each segment of the head of a lycan forming a complete, fierce whole.

His rage knew no bounds. "Now, it's time you Walkers have a taste of my wrath!" Liam bellowed. Calum was holding a black rectangular box that was decorated in gold. A flag that was also in black and gold was lying on top of the box. That was the Pendragon Warriors' battle flag. A few of them marched toward Liam under the watchful eyes of the crowd. Once the flag was lifted, a battle robe was revealed inside the box. Joseph picked up the robe with both his hands and marched toward Liam. Then, he respectfully draped the robe over Liam's shoulders.

--- GREYTECH Private Bunker – Lily’s War Room Far away, in a secure, black-glass chamber of the GREYTECH network, Lily’s team was finalizing preparations. Holographic maps shimmered across the room, casting light over faces set in grim determination. Witches, warlocks, Lycans, and rogue agents—all had answered her call. The insignia of her network gleamed on their armor: silver branches over twin moons, a symbol that had become synonymous with both fear and hope.

The rotting stench of a battlefield Over the distance I see a familiar site; it was a flag that high atop a mess of spikes and wooden palisades. The flag bore the symbol of Remas; Caesar’s gold colored Crystal leaf amid a red background. “Cohort Salute!” Trosdig orders as we hear the Captain’s horn from the distance. We all place a fist on our left breast and march inside the fort as we do so. “This is Rendra?” I asked Lurti “No, this is where we sleep”

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