Our Flag Means Death Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Cillian asked. The vampire grew angrier, “let me have the flag.” Cillian shook his head, “why do you want it, you don’t have a team anymore you’re already out or do you need me to make it bloody clearer?” His hand reached for his sword. He scoffed, “because of the stupid show you displayed for us you think I will believe that you’re some kind of wonderful fighter?” Cillian nodded, “yes, you should think so.” The vampire shook his head, “the flag is mine.”

“So please excuse me if I refuse to believe your lies. My father fought with every ounce of his soul. And still, they crushed us.” The room blurred. “They buried him without honor. They burned our flags. They forced our people to kneel to a thief.” I dragged in a breath. “But I carry him with me. Every scar. Every broken prayer. Every vow stitched into my skin. They may rule the land he died for. Alec will never mark me.” A breathless silence filled the room. My chest heaved, then cracked open. Tears spilled over before I could stop them. I hated crying. I hated it more than anything.

He said, as he approached me slowly. I stare at him, with fear ridden in my eyes. “Tonight, on the crimson moon, you have been marked by death. It's your destiny.” He spoke, raising his scythe up in the air. This can't be how I end. I refuse this to be my destiny. ***Author's Note*** Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Chapter soundtrack: Heathens by 21 pilots ((song fits so well, listen and see the clue **wink))

Something I would fight. “I would rather die. I don’t care if the moment I get marked I end up dying. Because at least it would have been with my fated. At least I could tell the Moon Goddess that I didn’t cheat on the mate bond.” Standing up, I backed away and over to the door. “I refuse. I will always refuse. Every fucking moment. I refuse.”

“We will annihilate, we will destroy, we will conquer. The above statement is our pledge for life. We will do it in the best of our ability. Our bond is eternal, it can never break, it will not falter. We are the Death Legion and it is peace we bring.” ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

It was greater than the love I once had for her, that phase was a memory I wouldn't remember anymore. She can't die just yet, she has to die by my hands, I need to rip her apart myself after saving the sword. *..I will find you, Kyra. I will take down the world just to meet you again and this time I will kill you most horrible and unimaginable, I will crush you to a point of nothingness. Even your soul will get its share of my wrath..* I whispered to her before finally crouching to the ground and passing out after a loud growl.

"You leave. We call a truce and lasting peace between your faction and ours for the next fifty years. It will be written in blood." "How can I sign a contract when I'm dead?" I smiled to myself. If only he knew that death was all about contracts. "I don't want to fight to the death. If you want to kill me, then try, but I won't kill you. We will fight until one of us submits." "I will kill you." "I realize that. I'm not afraid to die for these men and women. What I'm saying is you don't have to." "I won't. You are very cocky for a little girl." I shrugged. "I am only trying to be myself."

Chapter 6 So, just like the Princess in the story, I answered him. “I accept it.” The thought that I would never see my father again scared me the most. Death is the only way for me to see him again. I will endure no matter how long I stay in this world as long as it pays for my death. There, when I saw the Grim Reaper named Saint sudden grin. And that gave horror to me. Unbeknownst to the princess, the fox is currently planning how he will eat the princess.

"Just let me go! I'll never fight with Samantha for anything!" She wanted my boyfriend and my family. I would give them all to her; I would not fight back. Simon stared at me with a deranged expression. "It's too late. Samantha is getting married. I want to give her a perfect wedding gift." I died. He scattered the parts of my body everywhere: into the cesspool, sewer, and even the garbage dump. "Samantha is the most beautiful and kindest woman in the world. As for you, you'll go to hell."

“If I die tonight, promise me one thing.” “No.” “Promise.” I turned to her, hands gripping her waist. “I’m not letting you die. We fight. We burn. We bleed. But we do it together.” She kissed me like it was goodbye. And then we rode out. To war. —