Shang Dynasty Flag Novels & Stories

"You ignorant boy, I'll extract your soul and burn it with Yin Fire for 49 days. You'll never be reincarnated!" Yi Chenzi shouted in anger and then took out a small black flag. The triangular flag was about the size of a human palm. There were no patterns on it and it was jet black in color. He shook the small flag gently and an invisible force suddenly enveloped Qin Haodong. It was called the Soul-taking flag, which was an extremely malicious weapon. The flag was even more powerful than the Soul-taking Spell and could absorb people's souls in a second.

My muscles tightened instinctively. "What kind of flag?" he asked. "Dark. I thought it was black, but there was so much smoke that I couldn't tell. There was a symbol in the middle." "What symbol?" I closed my eyes and forced myself to remember. The image came slowly. "A circle split down the middle," I told him. "There were two crowns inside it. One upright and the other turned upside down so their points almost touched." Azai's breathing changed. I opened my eyes. "You've seen it."

On the road, our brief overnight stops had only merited the use of the small A frame tents, however as it was possible that we would stay for weeks at the base camp, the larger Fae-made war tents were erected, great multi-chamber constructions that cheerfully waved the purple standard with its golden dragon of Uyan Taesil, as well as the Nerith’s royals’ white skull with a golden crown and Fae rose wreath on a black cloth – the design a nod both to Akyran’s Dark Court inheritance and to Ecaeris’ Necromancer skills.

Smith, Hassan, Commander Raja, Miranda, and the two Green Bit chiefs arrived with a wooden pole and silver ball. “How’s it going?” Hassan asked. Before anyone could respond, Katie came out to present our flag. “What do you think?” The flag was divided diagonally from the lower hoist-side corner, with the blue upper triangle and the green lower triangle. At the center along the dividing line was the fiery silhouette of a foxfire. “Looks good,” Miranda said, and many agreed. “It is.” Commander Raja asked curiously. “What are the symbolisms on those colors?” “Let’s see,” Katie explained. “Blue is the night, green is the forest, and the red foxfire in the middle of the diagonal colors represents

The Dragon King’s Return A sudden gust of wind sliced across the courtyard like a sharpened blade, rattling the bronze chains that anchored the ceremonial banners overhead. Those banners—blood-red and phoenix-gold—snapped and twisted in the turbulent air, their sigils of rising flame dancing like live things against a sky bleached pale by the noon sun. Every torch guttered, every standard rippled; even the marble tiles beneath the nobles’ polished boots seemed to shiver at the omen scrolling across the heavens.

It’s already being decorated for the summit. The lavish tapestries are being hung in the halls. Our clan emblem is a white dahlia with silhouetted lions running along a pedal on a purple banner. A full moon with three silver crescent moons surrounding it on a black flag stands for the Wolf’s Clan. A snake coiled across itself twice like an infinity-only vertical on a green banner for the Reptiles. The Fliers emblem, a feathered wing fanned out on a blue flag, acting as the sky. Finally, The Nomad’s a red banner with a sailing ship surrounded by all the points of a compass. Safe for true north, signifying they belong not to one but all.