Walking Red Flag Novels & Stories

Dallas growls as he steps towards me. “We will have nothing to do with this.” “What are you going to do? We’re all under the same orders from Alpha Redmen. Kick his ass if he tries to run.” “Yes, Alpha Redmen told Max and I the same thing but I was also told by my Alpha Redmen that if his brother steps foot back on Red Fang land he’s a dead man and we’re talking in the most painful way possible.”

“My lord, rogues heading towards the western border.” “How many?” I bark out, agitation starting to flood my system. I needed to get to Rosalie, I didn’t have time to deal with rouge attacks. “Two Alex. They are coming in human form under a white flag.” I breathed a sigh of relief at his words, at least I would not have to deal with bloodshed before I left. If they were coming under a white flag then in meant that they had no desire to cause a fight. This meeting would at least be a peaceful one. And then it dawned on me. Rosalie is currently in the western woods, possibly having been taken by rouges. My chest vibrated with the growl that immitted from it. Silas was growing just as agitated

"But what chilled my blood about the whole thing was when they talked about you." Hunter's eyes widened. "They sent that redhead out here on purpose because she looked like Tara," Starla whispered. He barely heard her above the noise. His heart sank. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he'd hoped against hope that he'd been wrong about Poppy. "Here you go," a young woman said brightly. She set a plate half-covered by a huge hamburger and overflowing with steak fries in front of Hunter. "Can I get you anything else?"

She hurriedly raise her white holy flag to block the attack from the other party. The flags collide against each other and produce a flame spark because of their collision. *CLANG!* *CLANG!* *CLANG!* *CLANG!* They keep trading blows after blows with each other, whenever the other one attack the other one defend. They keep the same pace rinse and repeat, he can tell the black one has more furor in her attacks while the white one has compassion in hers.

A very strange dream! At first, she did not remember the details of that dream clearly. All she could recall was a man hugging a young girl beneath a large cherry blossom tree. The scene resembled a painting. In fact, it was almost like an illusion. So beautiful to behold but also so heart-wrenching to look at. You know. The beautiful "illusion" actually represents a wound. A tragedy... Capable of shattering one's soul and body upon witnessing. That was all she could remember.

Legend has it that there is an invisible red thread that connects people to those they are destined to meet. It symbolizes friendship, love, protection; no matter how far apart, they will meet. And fate will be realized. In this world, there are two types of person that you will meet at the of your red string; platonic twin flame- that one person that’s supposed to be your best friend, and a romantic twin flame- the one that’s supposed to make you whole, your other half. The one that will make you complete; the other half of your soul.

I’m running as fast as I can through the trees, my heart is racing. I feel like it will explode any minute. I can see the opening in the gate, my escape isn’t far off. I hear people yelling dogs barking, I know they are searching for me. I’m almost to the exit, my freedom, “Stop right there!!!” The guard yelled. I keep running, there’s a gunshot and it all goes black.

Then she stepped into view. A woman, tall and sultry, in a red body-hugging outfit that left little to the imagination, heels clicking against the tarmac like punctuation marks to a story she didn’t have to tell. She moved toward the center of the four growling beasts on the starting line. Engines revved like impatient animals waiting for release. She held the flag up. Black and white. Classic. Dangerous. The crowd stilled. And then—“Ten.” The screen overhead ticked down with the count. My stomach turned with it. “Nine.”

“She’s too heavy for you to drag.” “Watch me.” I started walking but then paused after a few steps. “Hey,” I called, glancing back. “Be careful, alright? The rogues with red eyes, they’ve been spotted close to the borders.” He arched a brow. “Rogues?” “Yeah. So if you hear or see anything weird out here, you should probably—” He cut me off with a scoff. “Don’t worry about me. I can handle myself. And whatever else haunts these sands.”

another man said with a maniac smile, moving move closer Her heart was racing, she kept on walking backwards until she could feel the mother and son behind her “come to us sweetheart, we aren’t bad people, they just owe ussome money and we needed to give them a little warning since they aren’t ready to pay up yet.” they spoke, coming closer Eva asked the mother “are you legs hurt?”, she shook her head in fear “Good, cause I will need you to run and take has many corners has you can, do not let them catch you”