Walking Red Flag Novels & Stories

Banners tied to saddles fluttered in the wind—red and silver, the colors of Bloodfang. The sight was formidable. Wolves on foot, warriors on horseback, moving as one. There was rhythm, harmony, and unity in our movement. It was not just a war march; it was a declaration of who we were. Bloodfang did not bow. Bloodfang did not run. And we would not today.

Like confirmation of something he never wanted to believe. “Kaia,” Axel breathes. I whimper, taking a step toward him. The pack shifts out of my way like I carry gravity with me. Please, I want to say. Please, I’m still me. But I don’t think they hear it. A flicker. A chill. Something shifts in the forest. I freeze. At the edge of the trees, a shadow moves. A shape. Large. Lurking. Watching. A rogue wolf. His eyes are glowing red. Not the warm amber of a pack wolf. Not the golden of an Alpha. Red like blood and rage. Red like something corrupted. His stare locks with mine, and I feel it like a claw against my spine.

"Did you see?" "Yes, the scales of the whale only revealed the color of red. It seems someone had angered it." Rainbow Whales are known for their colorful scales that you can see during the night underwater, but their variety of colors also affects their mood. And the color red isn't a good sign. "We need to further this investigation with the mayor," I tell Zayn as he nods. Then I teleported us to the bunker. Once we summoned ourselves, we were greeted and respected by the townsfolk.

Weston simply shakes his head with this stupid smirk not leaving his face. Millan rolls his eyes. Whatever. He’ll find out I’m a crappy omega soon enough anyway, he concludes. “Fine.” Millan averts Weston’s eyes focusing on the white sheets instead. He speaks as fast as he wants this moment to be over with. “Red means ‘don’t go back’ and green means ‘you probably won’t get killed if you really have to go back’. Although the X means it’s preferable to move on.” Weston’s smile disappears and Millan's gaze is tearing a hole in the sheets.

The color reminded her of the roses in her garden back home. “Red," she whispered. Violeta looked at her with a smirk. "That's a good name. I like it." They finally stopped at a heavy wooden door. A golden plaque with the words ‘VIP Suite’ was engraved on it. Two large men stood in front of it. One with a gun, the other with a knife. Evie almost passed out when she noticed they were holding those weapons. “Her name is Red,” Violeta told the guards. Her voice was a little higher though. Like she wanted someone else to hear her.

Alex walked over to the window and pointed toward the forest. "Look," he said. Elder Sarah joined him at the window, and I saw her face go pale. "What is that?" she whispered. I looked out the window too, and my heart sank. The forest was glowing. Not with natural light, but with a sickly red glow that seemed to pulse like a heartbeat. And in that red light, I could see shapes moving. Hundreds of shapes, all heading toward our territory. "The second wave," Maya said grimly. "They're coming.”

His expression was a mixture of relief and gloating. They had walked fifteen steps. Faline took another deep breath as the cold wind twirled red, red leaves around them. Red like blood spilled on a battlefield. They were fifty steps away from the village. Red like the wildfire that roared through her veins. They were a hundred steps more toward the archers. Red like those bloody curls that she futilely yearned to see again. They had gone three hundred and twenty eight steps.

It’s felt. Eyes found us. Bodies shifted. Voices dropped. One look at Alaric’s armband and posture said enough. He had attended previous summits in my place. He was known. But he wasn’t the one they feared. It was the one in the middle. Hair fell over my eyes as I walked, not to hide, but to shield them from the stares. The red had always drawn attention, and attention always made people uncomfortable. I didn’t slow. Neither did the others. Remus walked with the quiet of a storm. He never spoke unless it was absolutely necessary. Alaric, on the other hand, was already scanning the place with sharp, practiced eyes.

I could tell by their faces they were trying to piece together why that would have happened. We were watching the tree line when we saw a small wolf running as fast as it could with a blue flag in its mouth. I only noticed it because it was covered in bright red blood. It was a white wolf, one of the Crescent Moon Packs. Several more wolves came out of the tree line, some chasing it and some fighting with two other white wolves also covered in red blood.

Ada, my cheap-as-hell roommate and student rep for our accounting cohort, suddenly started acting weird. "Yo, listen up! Seafood buffet tomorrow night. Bosfa. My treat!" The class went wild. I just stared at her. Whenever we got a buy-one-get-one-half-off deal, Ada always made sure she got the cheaper drink. And now she wanted to pay for dinner for the entire class? Yeah. Something was seriously off. That night, I grabbed my ID and valuables and checked into a hotel near campus, telling everyone I needed quiet to study for exams. The next morning, my phone started buzzing nonstop. I opened the class group chat. It was exploding. Over ninety-nine unread messages. Then Lily called