Our Flag Means Death Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“No I was too young. Even now as an adult I haven’t . The flag was something I saw in his house and I just always thought it was cool looking. The flames around the motorbike and the Devils’ Pitchfork behind that. The gold background is eye catching.” “Had you read what your Uncle wrote, you would have known the Sons of Hellfire targeted this company. They kidnapped three of us and my husband to hold hostage,” Raija explains. “This flag in our games is highly inappropriate and we can’t allow you to think this is okay. I don’t care how cool you thought it was.” Dennis looks apologetic. “I am very sorry. I didn’t realize all the factors. I really just thought it was something to put

She began the rite, and the air shimmered until a ghostly image formed. Everyone saw me in that sealed cell, smashing my head against the wall while silver seared my skin and my wolf died screaming. "Stop!" Dad sobbed, covering his eyes. The vision didn't stop. With the last of my strength, I smeared a bloody word on the wall—"Dad". When the enforcers swept the room, they found the writing, dried to a black stain. "She was calling for you before she died," Nelson said. Dad folded at the knees and clutched what was left of me, howling.

I was angry enough, and I didn't want to curse. "She is a nobody. One of those women who wants to take advantage of something that should never have been theirs in the first place. I'll take care of her and make sure that it never happens again. "Why can't you just tell me who she is?" I probed further, but he didn't even bother to respond. He opened his drawer and brought out a formal notice of death. I knew what it carried the emblem of the Moon Fang Pack. My hands trembled, the only time they used the gold seal was when a nobleman died in the pack.

" 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.

"It’s 2026. You’re in my home. You’re alive." ​I looked at him, my vision blurring with tears of rage and confusion. "You killed me. In the last life... you didn't just let me die. You did it yourself." ​Julian’s face went deathly pale. He didn't pull away. He didn't deny it. Instead, he leaned in, his forehead almost touching mine. The "Forbidden Touch" was screaming at us—the closer we got, the more the Shadow between us pulsed, a dark, magnetic force that wanted to pull us into a single, lethal atom.

You have no right to be alive! @Death Wish

“you can run and be caught then die a painful death or you can stay and die a Honourable death.” “It’s left for to choose because it’s your choice.” “Your’s Nightmarishly.” “worse nightmare.” I read the last line and I was so scared. “So this is how I am finally going to die? Not just in the hands of rogues but also in the hands of the people I call my pack members.” “The people that are suppose to protect me are the same people kidnapping me.” My mind flashed back to all the red flag. So all these was a plan work?

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Her breath hits my ear,and she whispers making a shiver to run down my spine. "Death" I move my head in a no while she just smiles, getting up to turn her back on me and approach the Alpha. My fists clench as I see her peck his lips, my teardrops wetting the ground. They don't stop there. His hand rests on her waist and he deepens the kiss. While she enjoys it, holding his face in her hands. I felt already dead , they will do a favour on me by killing me. "Finish him "

She will be the death of me. ***