Nerdy Flags Novels & Stories

Willow stepped out of the vehicle, her gaze catching on the massive iron gates of the estate. They were heavily adorned with red and white blooms, a stark contrast to the dark metal. A banner stretched across the top: The Felicity Charity Gala. In the world of the Redwood Bay packs, these events were dual-purposed—a genuine effort to fund the local orphanages and a stage for Alphas to flaunt their dominance. Robert and Evan followed her, their presence a steadying force. For a decade, the Grant family had been patrons of this foundation, a tradition Willow had participated in since she was a pup.

Some of them recognized me from the resto and the club. We also played that thing where you need to get a stuffed toy inside a glass box using a claw-looking thingy. Was it called Claws? And she never got one. Well, I just got a small Barney stuffed toy, and I gave it to her. She thanked me and kissed my cheek for it. No, I'm not disappointed with just a kiss on the cheek, and my five tokens are gone because of that. Nope, I am not upset, not at all.

Telescopes and binoculars were pulled out to check. “There’s our flag,” Mary said. “And those are — Grendel, Slumberjack, John’s Horn, Green Bit, Crimson Shadow, Hawkins, Silver Stag, Astute, and Bear Claw.” “Grendel and Crimson Shadow are from Sweet Haven,” Raja said. “I don’t recognize the rest except the Green Bit.” “They’re all our neighbors, Mr. Raja,” Mary answered. “Minor guilds like us.” “But what are they doing in Rockflower?” Abraham wondered.

Temperance hands her the flag that had been draped over Doug’s coffin. The Biczi Pack flag is silver with glitter radiating from a black howling wolf with Biczi Pack under it. Temperance and Sebastian folded the flags in honor of the fallen. If it had not been such a sobering occasion, watching the two of them avoid touching each other would have been comical.

"Which means some of you will fail." His gaze sharpened, sweeping the group one more time, slow, and deliberate. "And some of you will not leave this forest. Not because you failed, but because you were found." He didn't blink once delivering that line. Didn't flinch, didn't dress it up in anything close to reassurance. "There are three things you need to understand." He raised one finger, and the gesture felt almost obscene in its calm. "First. The flags are hidden throughout the forest." A second finger rose. "Second. You are allowed to take another recruit's flag."

Kyle Black. He's your average, good-looking, football playing, jerk. And the big reason why my life at school is hell. Sure, somedays I just wish I could wipe that smug smirk off of his face, but then I remember that he's the future Alpha. Can't mess with them. People seem to like calling me 'Nerdy Skylar.' It doesn't even rhyme! Though I just kept reminding myself that this is my last day here for a while, so I'll finally be free of them later today.

CLARA'S POV I stood there for a second, then followed the crowd of students pushing through the double doors. The auditorium filled up fast, students packing into every row until the head of the design program stepped up to the podium at the front, a wide smile on her face. "I know you've all heard the rumors," she said, "and I am happy to say they are true. We are launching the Sterling Heights Youth Fashion Collective, the very first of its kind, in partnership with Nike, the CFDA, and Teen Vogue."

“She told me if the world ended tonight, I would be stuck with a calculus textbook under my nose.” “I guess that was very effective,” I broke out into bouts of laughter. “Come on, nerds,” Sally called from the doorway. Sally reached for Penny's hand and mine as she walked us out, a light laugh coming out of her lips, "We are going to have so much fun," She promised as Shane's helpless face came into view. "You guys ready to go?" Shane raised his brow at Sally. "Yes. I'm placing my bet on the tigers. You are giving me your cyber truck after they win, okay?" she poked him.

Caleb and I stood in Boston Common, at the top of a small hill, looking out, surveying the park. He held a map of the Freedom Trail which he’d just bought in a store, and he ran his finger along it again and again. I stood beside him, holding out both halves of the ancient scroll. “Read it again,” he said. I squinted to make out the words. I read: The Four Horsemen travel a trail to freedom. They leave common ground,

Don't let a nerd ruin your image. ​I hadn't realized I was part of the school’s 'Pep Rally' plans. But as I looked at the gold bracelet in my hand, I realized I had the perfect 'shuttle' to send Chloe a message she couldn't ignore. ​The rally was the biggest social event of the semester. The entire school would be in the gym. The lights, the cameras, the noise—it was the Queen’s favorite stage. ​I headed down to the locker rooms. I didn't go to my locker; I went to the girls' side. I knew the code to the equipment room from my work-study shift. I slipped inside, the smell of floor wax and rubber heavy in the air.