Our Flag Means Death Stede Novels & Stories

“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.

When I wrote the card in hand, the words felt common and overused, yet standing here ignoring those waiting for my slip and watching those torn by the death of their loved ones, I finally understand Marko’s sense of duty. The lump in my throat grows heavy. How many of his men have died in his name? How many funerals has he attended? This must be why he places them before everything. Because they would die for him? Why couldn’t Jax understand that? Why couldn’t he- My gaze turns to the half-mast flag, and my lips tremble. It would be an insult to Marko to compare them.

He said curtly and walked away. ‘Wearing our official mask.’ Zombie and Vampire stared at each other in disbelief. Their eyes quivered and dilated. It was the most unexpected unbelievable news they’d ever heard. Often in the war, the usage of the flags was to deliver a certain message to the enemies. However, Eagle who was also Shadow loved to use unorthodox means to deliver a certain message and confused unwanted eyes. In this case, it was meant for someone who was outside of Eagle’s circle. Changing the mask provided by Eagle/Shadow was an expression that those strong soldiers would join the rebellion.

Yeah everything looks all pristine and innocent during the day, but night time around the packhouse can be pretty fucking terrifying. And I’m the reaper himself. I have fourteen dead flies on my legs. Insects, yes, and definitely not sexy looking. But symbols of the males that tried to take me down and fuckin’ failed. But I know better than anyone, even my wolf… Flyers don’t live forever. We do our part to make this world a better place and try to leave it for those after us to prosper. Doze shakes his head and before he speaks, I already know why he’s pissed.

It was time to set out for the place. We drove back into town in silence, and no one breathed a word to anyone. Driving through town, we began to see some changes. There were weird flags raised and banners with Tomas' picture and the flag. The flag was also ugly. It had a white five-point upside on the star on red and black stripes. It was hideous, but it also meant a new order was in town. They did not waste time staking their claim. The more we moved through the city, the more determined I was to end the bastard. With him dead, these bastards would have to leave because Luca had not officially handed authority over to Tomas.

Sabay-sabay namin na usal. “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.”

Everyone looked at each other. “Do you think you made a mistake, Raven? There seems to be nothing special there,” said Hugo. “There is,” said Tyler. Everyone looked at Tyler. “You are all under protection, so that does not affect you.” “Protection? Who is protecting us?” Cael asked. “Just focus on the photo. Do you know what those symbols mean?” Tyler asked. “Not familiar,” said Kyra. “It’s a symbol made up of three interconnected triangles, also known as “the knot of death” and “the knot of the slain”,” Tyler said. “That symbol has a lot to do with death, the transition from life to death, and perhaps back again. “

Anyone who saw it could tell that it was an extraordinary item! Oskar held the small flag up and said, gently stroked his gray beard. "This is the Hardwood Supreme Green Flag. It is a superior-quality spiritual treasure that can control hardwood essence to assist in one's defenses. Those who wield this flag will be invulnerable. With the first wave of the flag, you'll be able to gather hardwood energy within a hundred-mile radius. With the second wave, the plant life all around you could be commanded to kill your enemies. It is a very valuable spiritual treasure, more so with its defensive properties!"

The horn of the big ship resounded, and Ginika found himself, tilting his head to uphold the majesty of the vessel. It was painted red, and on it was a white flag holding the head of a golden Dragon. It was the emperor’s official emblem and the national flag of the entire kingdom. “Excuse me,” Vera said as they walked passed a fat man who was crying and waving his handkerchief to a girl on the ship. The tears that were pouring out from his eyes made Ginika scowl in disdain. His father had told him that it was cowardice for a man to cry. In fact, back in the village, men who cry in front of women were perceived to be deranged, let alone those who cry in front of their children.

Cole's gaze fell on the flags in the sand table. There was a red flag and a white flag. ‘Ares’ was written on the red flag while ‘Yorks’ was written on the white! "Dylan Ares, you humiliated my aunt and caused her death. I want the 2,000 lives of your Ares family to pay for what was done to her.” Cole's voice was very soft, like the breeze that blew in, faint and distant. Cole's gaze fell on the descendants of Dylan Ares’ family, his eyes darkening slightly.