Our Flag Means Death Blackbeard Novels & Stories

I couldn’t help the smile tugging my lips. “Because,” I said, “their flag is going to come to us.” They stared at me like I’d grown another head, but I knew that the Crimson Claw would have prepared to sabotage me in their fortress one way or the other, so it was best to avoid them. “What?” Kai blinked. “You’ll see,” I said, gripping the straps of my pack. “Trust me.” We didn’t have time to argue as three Night Reavers members bust out of the trees, claws half-formed as they lunged for the Silverhawks flag strapped to my waist.

She went down, blood streaming from her mouth. A cry of pure fury went up. The fight intensified, becoming more desperate, more vicious. In the struggle, the banner was torn from its moorings. It fell into the scrum, trampled under struggling feet, getting kicked, smeared with dirt and the blood that now dripped from a dozen minor wounds. Davidson, watching the feed, saw the banner fall. It was like a punch to the gut. That was Joe’s flag. Their flag. Being desecrated in a war for its soul.

The Umbra Pack flag featured a deep blue background with a bold silver crescent moon at the center, accompanied by three silver rays symbolizing strength, unity, and resilience. I sighed in relief as I stood before the flag, admiring its beauty. I took a glance on all sides from where I stood and found no one to be present. Now, all I had to do was wait for Deimon to return.In the midst of the cold darkness of the save, I couldn't help but hope internally for his swift return. I reached for the wooden stick of the flag, but suddenly, a strong hand tightly grasped my wrist, making me jump in my spot.

he said. Finally, he had the cloth completely out of the crate. I wasn't sure what I was looking at, until Carter grabbed the top of it and let it unfold in front of him. Embroidered on the black cloth, was a massive white skull and crossbones. I giggled as soon as I saw it. “That's awesome,” I said. “Isn't it?” he said, proudly looking down at the flag. “It's a Jolly Roger. I bought this flag for this occasion only. Want to help me hoist it?”

“I’m always mad you don’t let me stab someone.” We shared a look. One of those quiet, bitter, stupidly warm ones that said: We made it through another day. --- That night, I climbed to the watchtower myself. The wind up there was vicious, tearing at my cloak, screaming like the ghosts we hadn’t buried yet. I pulled the old Bloodroot flag from my pack. Unfurled it. Held it high. Red. Gold. Black. The sigil burned into the fabric like it never stopped waiting.

" To never go back." He took the flag off his shoulder and slowly touched its tip on one of the lights on the candle stand. The fire caught on the flag started spreading slowly as it burnt the flag of the United States of America. Without a word, he walked out of the table and headed to a bowl where he dropped the flag and let it burn. Then, he returned to the table. With a wicked smile, he said " the mighty eagle shall fly no more for the reaper shall reap the eagle. " He smiled again. " The time has come. Let the game begin." Positioned on a part of the wall, a small camera recorded the events of the moment.

Thousands of sailboats were sailing on the West Sea. It could be seen from a distance that the boats were filled with people all in black. A murderous aura permeated. On the sailboats were three huge flags. The first red flag wrote, ‘Eternal Life Palace’. The second flag was a drawing of two axes crossing with two huge words written on it, ‘Flower Mountain’. The third flag had nine dragons along with ‘Justice for Mankind’ strikingly on it. These people were indeed disciples of the Elysium Gate, Eternal Life Palace, and Flower Mountain.

The deck was burned, and the ropes were melted and hung loosely. Above it, waving in the morning breeze, was a flag. Red. Sharp. Unfamiliar with Vanessa’s symbol gleaming in the sunlight.

As their fleet slowly moved forward, their emotions gradually changed from being awestruck to being completely dumbfounded as they arrived at a certain part of the world in the sea. A huge metal platform was erected in the middle of the sea with other small platforms erected around it, spanning across miles, it looked like they recreated the ancient city of Atlantis. They finally saw the huge recognition flag. The unique flag of the Sea Angel’s Alliance waved, following the direction of the wind as it stood firmly in front of the middle platform. The flag was completely blue, with the image of a black and white skull with angel wings on the side of the skull. This was the identity of the Sea