Walking Red Flag Novels & Stories

A sadistic joke by mother nature. Ruby gave me a cold look, then slowly, her face curved into a smile. “I handed him a map and marked the danger zones he wasn’t allowed to cross.” She continued, passing around four folded sheets to each of us. “As long as we stay on course, we’ll be fine. If you happen to run into a feral or have any trouble navigating the routes, howl. Understood?” We nodded. “This,” she held up a deep crimson flag from her backpack, letting it flutter dramatically in the wind, “is our prize.”

“Yeah.” We move slower. Hazel points with her chin. Ahead of us a scrap of cloth hangs from a twig where a sapling meets the path. It’s weathered gray, nothing to it, until the moon catches a smear on the weave. Red-brown, three strokes, clawed downward and splayed. Redmaw’s mark. It’s fresh. Wet where the threads bunch. We both stand there looking at it like it might start talking. “They’re inside the fence line,” Hazel whispers.

*Bang* Red Rose kicked a Blood Golem away from her and dashed towards another to her right. Her eyes gleamed sharply as her red hair swayed in the wind, carrying the scent of blood. The Blood Golem that had gained her focus pushed forward fearlessly, knowing nothing of the thing called death. Without any hesitation the Blood Golem leapt at her, pulling back its arm and delivering a powerful blow that aimed to smash the war general of Intersection into a meat patty.

I needed to finish the goal of why we are here tonight. Stepping softly, I slowly walked towards the restricted area where you can see some small flags with different colors pinned into the earth. I made a quick turn to look back at Estella, and she was patiently waiting at the edge of the cliff, her silhouette dark against the horizon. It was a relief that her wolf was obedient, staying put exactly as she was told. "What are these flags for?" I asked myself, my voice barely a whisper against the rustling leaves. I stepped past the boundary line and started to look carefully for any traps that might be hidden underfoot.

They moved through the fog like ink through water, searching for any sign of Bree. "Bree!" Brady called out. "Where are you?" "Don't shout," Walter hissed. "You'll attract things." "What kind of things?" As if in answer, something moved in the fog ahead. A shape that was tall and wrong, its movements jerky and unnatural. "Void walker," Willow whispered. The thing passed by without seeming to notice us. It was humanoid but stretched, like someone had grabbed it by the head and feet and pulled. Its face was a blank slate of grey, no features, just smooth emptiness.

It’s very infuriating. ‘There have been reports that the blood red wolf has a special ability that is sought out. This ability has never been recorded.’ Interesting. I wonder if this special ability is the curse rather than her mate dying being the curse or is this special ability what kills her mate. I hope for the first because if Haley is a blood red wolf, it could mean we end up dead. Unfortunately the book does not hold any further information, at least not anymore. I carefully close the book, trying not to ruin it’s pages more than it already is. I carefully pick it up to return it to the bookshelf when I notice a paper fall out of the book.

I looked at him straight in the eye and dared him to challenge me but when he released a deep breath, I realized that he have given up "Fine, but I’m walking in with you.” As Matteo followed me into the building, I couldn't help but notice the eerie atmosphere that enveloped us. The air was thick with smoke, making it difficult to see beyond a few feet. I switched on my flashlight, and its beam illuminated the path ahead. The warehouse was spacious, but the darkness made it seem claustrophobic. My heart raced as I searched for Anna. I didn't want to imagine the worst-case scenario, but the sight of the lifeless bodies strewn across the floor made it hard to keep hope alive. Despite the despe

I gracefully rise to my feet, feeling like the skin is melting from my bones as I stand tall, looking down at the man. "We are not done here, submit! Now!" I growl with a fiery passion, my red wolf aura engulfing me. My hair and dress flowing around me, in the wind made from my flaming persona. My aura holds my father down, who looks petrified for a moment, until it quickly dissolves into anger. "Submit!" I bark, no longer afraid,

The scene looked eerily similar to the time when Martin chased me down to kill me. Scarlett was being beaten so badly by her mother that her head was split open. Her body was pinned to the ground, unable to move. The onlookers could only watch from a distance, afraid to step in. They weren't exactly wrong. After all, getting involved might lead to trouble. In this world, the simplicity of human nature was slowly fading away. The brave were often the first to have their wings clipped, so it was only right to keep one's guard up. But watching Scarlett covered in blood, the fear of death surrounded me once again.

“There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.” - George Carlin. ➳ Trigger/Content warning list 🐾 Sex Excessive or gratuitous violence Death or dying Blood ➳ Teaser 🐾 “When I mustered the courage to reveal myself, he kept staring at me. I suppose he had never heard of my species either, and I must've looked very strange to him.