Our Flag Means Death Izzy Novels & Stories

“Relax your shoulders. Chin up. Yes… like that.” The music thumped behind them. Izzy finally let herself lean into it, one hand on her hip, lips slightly parted. Maya took a few more shots, then grinned down at her screen. “Oh, this one?” Maya said. “Deadly.” Izzy laughed nervously. “Please don’t embarrass me.” Maya was already typing. She posted the photo to I*******m, tagging Izzy. The caption read: “Hot, unbothered, and outside 😌✨”

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

“I won’t force you, and I know neither will Izzy. But Shyne, you need to let go for good. Now, tell us the truth. I know you were about to tell us something before these letters were brought up.” “Hold that thought guys”, Izzy interrupted when I was about to speak. “I just finished checking the Latin words for one of those creepy letters he gave you”, I felt my heart skip a beat when I saw Izzy’s face pale on the phone’s screen. “One of them says ‘DEATH CAN’T SEPARATE THE SOULS OF THE MATES’, and then another one says ‘TOGETHER ABOVE, TOGETHER BELOW’. This is so messed up sis! I mean, what’s with this guy?” I was shaking while listening to the words that Izzy translated.

But this time, I was determined to make it out. Especially with the team behind me and weapons in our hands, victory is ours. Instead of letting these crazy people catch me again, I would rather fight, UNTIL DEATH.

REESE POV I watched Izzy banter with the warriors, and I felt massive pride swelling in my chest. She was phenomenal, my mate. And I trusted her. But I was so afraid. My mom had literally withered up and died after my father’s death. She couldn’t survive the mate bond breaking. I knew I wouldn’t be strong enough either, and there was no way I would be able to sit and let Katie kill Izzy. This fight wasn’t supposed to be to the death, but it wouldn’t end until one yielded to the other. I was sure that neither woman was going to yield. This was going to be a bloody battle.

“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.

I opened my eyes fully and looked down at the sweet child peeking sleepily up at me. "You hurted my daddy," Miguel mumbled in confusion. My heart dropped and I shook my head. I wasn't completely responsible for their deaths. I mean their father died in the stupid Iraq war and their blonde haired mother hung herself after getting the news. I dealt with death but not the way the individual died, that was solely on those fate bitches. "This is bullshit, let's go, don't ever forget about me little man, we will meet again in the future, this I swear," I growled. I moved him off me, patting his head sweetly and hurried past Maria cursing me while holding a cross up at me.

Izzy looks a little green in the face, eyes darting about him uncomfortably. It’s sad isn’t it, that while I’m feeling a familiar sense of excitement rush through my veins, my partner for life is muttering, looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here. It’s been my life long dream, to stand facing the one I love, with our friends and he earth as witnesses, promise to take care of each other till death do us part. Izzy’s heart shaped mouth form the words.

Izzy was important to him in a sisterly way, if it was anything other than a brother sister bond I would've beat his ass already. I nod, "I'm coming." We both walk down the stairs. Izzy won't ever set foot in this house ever again. I take a deep breath and step outside. Everyone is dressed in black. I walk down the middle of the crowd to the front where I am meant to stand. I see the archway with fairy lights all over it. She would've liked this. I turn around and see Soul, Eddie, Noah and Lincoln carry Izzy's pure white coffin down the isle. We couldn't have a wedding, so instead I thought maybe as a symbol, she can be carried down the isle in a white coffin and I will be waiting at the ver

I say calmly, don’t want to irritate her… yet “Of course, I know everything, we tried again, and this time the bitch says his true love towards you protected him… I knew the bitch is useless, she was good enough the first time but that’s it… so I burned her alive like they used to do in Salem… if you ask me that’s the only way witches should be killed” Izzy says shrugging, She is beyond insane; she is a psychopath with a fixation on Derek “If true love is what’s keeping him away from me, I can fix that” she says and then pulls a gun