Novel & Cerita Our Flag Means Death Fanfiction

She wanted the way his laugh loosened the tightness in her chest she hadn’t known was there. Saying no to this wasn’t saying no to him. It still felt like a kind of betrayal in her ribs. She sank into the chair, the wood creaking softly, and let the darker possibilities crawl in around the edges. Better to name them than pretend they didn’t exist. *Kael dead* came first because, of course, it did. Dead in some nameless pass, blood soaking Nightfang’s snow, cut down by a cultist or an old enemy or sheer, stupid bad luck. Nightfang’s council delivering the news with gravity, Blackmoon’s hall filling with candlelight and whispers.

“They would rather die than surrender to a faggot like you. I just wish I could have taken out one of your mates instead of just your father.” And like that, the whole world stops. Devin growls at the alpha in front of us. “Not much you can do to me now, ass muncher. Fuck off.” Turning back to me, the alpha says, through labored breathing, “My cousin will get to you soon enough. And then he’ll show that bitch,” here he nodded to Arya, “just what happens to traitors.” The man coughs, his whole body racked with the movement, blood spurting from his lips. His eyes go wide as he feels his life draining away and I watch in shock as he dies.

I see my best friend Troy and I see the heartbroken look that's spread across his face. "It's ok sweet cheeks." I chuckle out to him and for a brief second, he smiles at me before he's yanked away from me by two warriors. I take one last look at my dad's lifeless body on the ground before I close my eyes and get ready to welcome death... Finally, I'll be free... "GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF MY MATE OR I'LL RIP YOUR FUCKING THROAT OUT!"

My luck ran out. "Alpha Xoel!!!" My feet became rooted to the ground. "I finally found you!" The red flag went off again. It'd calmed down during the battle but it went off more than before. Death. I could perceive death just like I did with Apple. I turned around quickly. It was dangerous to turn my back to him.

The one behind him could not even muster a word of complaint. Lei took the gun against and then pointed it at the Were who had his leg shot. “He’s been taken care of.” The girl said with a monotonous voice. “I rather you weigh better with a bullet next since you bragged so much.” “N-No. Mercy. Please.” “Where’s the flag?” she asked them. “H-How are we supposed to know?! We just started the game!” “You better think of an answer to give me before I blow your brains out.”

But after my death, she was still twisting the truth to her advantage. I hated her. I hated that I died too soon. I hated that I never saw through her facade while I was alive. I had given her the chance to hurt me and to hurt my mother. I shouted with all my strength from the sidelines, begging Allen not to be fooled by her innocent face. But he couldn't hear me, and he couldn't see the fury churning in my eyes. Fortunately, his mind was too preoccupied with my condition to pay her any attention. He brushed Sadie's hand away, forcing her back onto the hospital bed.

“Kade’s pride has seeded all our graves.” A different man, younger, who had clasped his mate to his chest in the corner, let out a noise that wasn’t a word. Tears burned his eyes. “We will all die,” he said, his voice cracked and the sentence shattered into a dozen variations: “We’re finished.” “There’s no way out.” “Lucien deletes whole packs.” Each phrase, each cracked syllable, swung through the circle and left raw marks. “No mercy.” “Not even the animals.” “Not a single one.”

“Then you walked into my life and proved me wrong.” Before I could answer, Pestilence loudly cleared his throat. “If you two are done making the rest of us sick with all that romance…” War snorted into his beer. “…we’ve actually got something important.” Death sighed dramatically. “Can’t I have five minutes with my girlfriend?” “No,” Famine replied flatly. “You already had all night.” The entire clubhouse erupted into laughter. I buried my face against Death’s shoulder, groaning while he chuckled. “Traitors,” he muttered at his brothers.

I add with all seriousness, and he chuckles, “It’s a little too late for that.” Slamming my eyes shut, I jerk the robe angrily, “I want to go home!” “If you are talking about your father's house, I burnt it down.” I froze, my eyes slowly widening and reddening in shock and extreme anger. “I'm going to kill you…” I whisper slowly and intentionally. He glances at me through the rearview mirror with thin eyes, “You are about to die yourself. In your stupidity, you signed a fight to death deal with Umbra, a deadly cult.”

I mumbled. I didn’t look up; I knew he would be disgusted with the thought of what he had just heard. I had lied and gotten a girl killed. I could still feel the burn in her stare when he had grabbed her, I could feel the bang in my chest when the life dimmed from her eyes. “Crescent means death. Cory means life,” he spoke up for the first time. My head snapped to him as I nodded, “I still didn’t learn,” I muttered.