Walking Red Flag Novels & Stories

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.”

It was as if it was physically unthinkable for them to approach the body lying on the ground. The Red Moon Alpha became aware of the strange behavior of his pack members. Werewolves obeyed their own laws, which were as feral as they were primal. That's why it was not unusual to see bodies torn apart when the harmony of the pack was in danger. But now, Harry and other members further away from the body had become aware of the strange reaction of their own. _Something... is wrong," Till murmured before disappearing completely into the depths of Harry's mind. The Red Wolf seemed to tremble violently, then vanished, giving way to his human form. Harry was naked and staggering on the spot. In the

“The scroll…it says they ‘leave common ground.’ But that means we begin here. I’m not sure why. And the rest of it…‘a ring of blood’… ‘meet at the house,’ ‘the fourth tip of the cross’…I just don’t know where we go from here.” I looked around again. The view from up here was commanding. There was still some snow left, despite the warming weather, and several kids were sledding down the other side of it, screaming in delight, their parents joining them. As I looked out, I saw a very beautiful and idyllic park. It was hard for me to imagine witches being hung here. I surveyed the hilltop, but all I saw was a large tree. There was no clue whatsoever. “Why ‘four Horsemen?’” I asked. “What’s that

"Audrey, where are you..." The only thing that responded to him was a gust of cold wind. No one paid any attention to him. Only the earth remained in the empty garden. Jeffrey stood on the desolate land, shivering in the face of a head full of stars. "Audrey, do you really leave me?" The wind blew over the leaves of the roses that had fallen to the ground, making a rustling sound. Even the roses were speaking for me. They seemed to express that I didn't want him anymore.

The deck was burned, and the ropes were melted and hung loosely. Above it, waving in the morning breeze, was a flag. Red. Sharp. Unfamiliar with Vanessa’s symbol gleaming in the sunlight.

He wasn’t moving. Silence for exactly one second. Then the doors opened. Men in dark clothing moved with terrifying efficiency. This wasn’t random. This was a message, and Marcus Castello was the paper it was written on. He was dragged out of the car and wasn’t hurling threats at them, then I heard his voice cut off mid-word. I didn’t look. I couldn’t.

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.

*We have to see if someone needs help,* I urged. My wolf shook his head, not caring so much about a human in trouble. I pushed him to move toward it until he finally gave in, airing his grievances the entire time. After about a mile we finally came to the mangled guardrail, and a busted up SUV laid in the drop off below, and part of it was on fire. The stench of fire, gasoline and burnt rubber wafted heavily in the air. The person had obviously tried to stop, maybe there had been an animal in the road.

“But something in you keeps pretending to be one.” “Careful,” I said. Her gaze didn’t waver. “Maybe that’s why it burned you.” I didn’t think. I crossed the space between us in two steps and grabbed her wrist — not hard, but enough to make her eyes flash. The Mark on her shoulder flared bright, searing red. A sharp, invisible pulse burst between us. Lights flickered. The power cut for half a second. Every system in the house screamed static through the walls — alarms flickering on, sensors tripping, cameras freezing.