Walking Red Flag Novels & Stories

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.

CHAPTER SEVEN Part of Aleta’s favorite red hoodie turned up in some bramble outside of the city. It was cut, shredded, and stained. Animals had been gnawing and tearing at it, pulling it apart thread by thread by thread with their canines and incisors and grinding molars. From what they recovered of Aleta’s body, she had also been gnawed and ripped, but the animals pulling her apart had been a different sort. Angry Marie made a decision, then, and the impact of that decision would way heavy in her soul for the rest of her life. But seeing as her soul was pretty much tattered beyond recognition anyway, it didn’t seem like that much of a leap.

His words caused thunder in broad daylight. …what? His friend also squatted down. He poked the red liquid on the ground and sniffed it. "Yes. It's animal blood. We're both hunters, so we're very familiar with this smell." He then glanced at Thea. "You didn't lie to us, did you?"

Once I made it to the other side, just shy of the crowded outlet center, I realized there wasn’t just a parade going on. On either side of the road were people watching the parade, but dispersed between them were individuals dressed in all red. They stood out, like bright droplets of blood on a pale sheet of paper. There were men and women of all ages. Some even had their children with them. Most were carrying signs with the same symbol as their ruby red t—shirts. A wolf head with bloody fangs, and eyes glinting like two emeralds. ‘Out with the humans! In with the wolves!’ one sign read.

“No sunlight. Only flames. It’s rumored that Mr. Consulate chose gold as his royal color to signify the Secondaries once again uniting with daylight. To walk amongst humankind beneath the sun. The red color makes it look like a flame, transforming what should be a banner of respect into a message of silent contempt.” “Or a silent threat.” “Perhaps.” I ponder the notion and study the banners more closely, focusing my hyper-vision into the stitching of the pattern. The careful hand of the golden flag becomes ragged as it bleeds into the red border. The flag was not intentionally made with this border. The sloppy work is evidence enough of that. It was done hastily, by an inexperienced hand, at

I guess he's going to explode in a fit of anger and over protectiveness in a while, better get out of his wrath's range. I quickly walk past him, glad to have let out those words. Whatever his reaction may be, Sebastian deserves to know. Through the trees, I see something red flying in the evening breeze. Breath catches in my throat and I squint my eyes to see clearly. Only a few meters away, I see a clearing, as if the forest stops there and a long white pole, on which a red flag is waving, a silver wolf flashing on it. The Alpha Supreme's flag. Someone grabs me by the arms and turns me around.

The entire block is painted red. Then we see bodies. “Holy fuck!” Jane reacts before I do. I gently push Jane aside to let go of me, and she does, quietly walking behind me. I force myself to count them as we walk through the quiet corridor. Thirty bodies scatters across the floor like broken dolls.

I called but was met with silence. I wrapped the towel tightly around my check and walked over to it. There was a card on top of the box and I sat on the bed and read. 'Red, Can't wait to see you in them. You always look stunning. Love, Jack' I took it out of the box and gasped at how beautiful and soft it was. "Oh my god," I chocked out and ran my hand through it. It was a beautiful red dress with a low v neck and a low back and a high slit. There was also a pair of black shoe with red crystals on it.