Walking Red Flag Novels & Stories

We might as well make something work. “Let’s pretend to be travelers,” I say. “We can look at the Rogues and the people. Two birds with one stone.” Carlos nods and is about to say something, but then I feel something shift in the air. I feel a slight vibration on the ground, amplified by the silence of the forest. It’s coming from right behind us, so I turn around, only to find an elderly man who’s carrying a big basket of those flags, probably to prop them up all over the place.

Clement did not answer Uri; he continued: "Do you remember the red leaf badge on his lapel?" "I remember," Uri replied. He didn't understand what Clement wanted to talk about. "Why do you ask these things?" "The red leaf badge is the symbol of the Red Leaves organization, and the scarred man named Richard is a member of that organization." Clement looked at Uri's face, which was slowly panicked, and continued. "You must have heard Finn talk about this organization; it is true." Uri was so scared that he couldn't breathe; he stammered until he managed to utter a few sentences:

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.”

Maybe I had told him long ago. It did not matter. We were just people who used to know each other. I looked down at the road to ignore him, but as I passed, he grabbed my wrist. "I'm sorry, Maddie," he said. I pulled my hand free and replied flatly, "Did you come all this way just to say that? You shouldn't have. You're forgiven. Goodbye." He stepped into my path in panic. "I said I'm sorry, Maddie. Please don't break up with me. I'm begging you."

Even though it's night the moon looks pink, What is this sign? All the fighters are already in the red land. The long howl warns us that we must be alert. Lucan has changed, his spirit is many times what it was before. This must be the effect of the punishment he gave me in satisfaction. My legs stretched and the spear stood in my right hand. The horde of enemies is walking towards the line divider. There was no sign of the woman who was with them. This time I mingled in the pack of wolves with the red logo. I will only slaughter those who attack me.

Lastly, he places two of his most trusted warriors at the commons to guard the flag. Two white wolves sit on either side of the white flag Nicholas had stuck into the ground in the commons. The flag dances in the wind, illuminated by a sliver of moon in the sky. Morrigan sits facing northwest, where the crack in the cliff is, while Ander faces south, down the road to the main entrance. They sit in absolute silence, their ears swiveling to catch any possible sound and their tails flicking impatiently behind them.

“Just promise me you’ll come back again.” Before I could answer, footsteps echoed through the hall. Mason, my Gamma, appeared, sweat slicking his neck. His wolf was close to the surface. I could see it in the way his eyes flashed gold. “Alpha,” he said, panting, “they’ve crossed the river. We counted at least six packs mixed in. Rogues, mercenaries… and they’re carrying a new flag.” My jaw tightened. “Show me.” Mason stepped forward, holding out a torn scrap of cloth. I took it and unfurled it. A crimson banner, painted with a moon split in half, blood dripping from its edge.

It made me feel like all the hairs on my body stood on end. "Do you mean...the dark lord will soon rise again?" It stared at me. "This has been prophecy long ago. Beware of the red flowers. They will soon bloom in the entire continent. You will be in great danger. You will face death once again." Sudanni told me that I almost stopped breathing. The red flowers are an indication of upcoming death. If there will be lots of them, it means that the people, living in Wysteria will die. I will...too...

Abruptly, the starry night sky is no longer filled with song; it wis filled with the screams of men and women as Alpha Rivera leads his warriors from the trees down into the valley. The air is thick with panic and fear, and Alpha McGowen desperately tries to organise his warriors and mount a defence, but it was no use. Dozens of Redwood’s in both wolf and human form are taken down before they even know what hit them and the rest are slow to shift due to the alcohol.

And it is when they arrived at the hotel did he understand why his wolfblood was boiling. The entire place was covered with red vines– from the ground to the stairsteps, running all over the walls, taking every space they could. And they weren’t red because of nature, they were red because of blood. And the scent made Remus nauseous, but it passed Eden’s human senses. The vines didn’t look bloody for her, just wet. It didn’t smell of blood, just damp and metallic. “What the hell is this?” Eden observed. “This is beyond saving.”