Walking Red Flag Novels & Stories

Ryle calmly asked, raising her brow. “Who are you to question?” Bruce growled. He’s one of our more traditional males who believes that women aren’t made to fight. They are made to be seen and not heard. Ryker bristled at Bruce’s comment. “My name is Ryker RedFang and she,” he pointed to his sister, “is my sister, Ryle RedFang and we are RedFang Defense, your Elite warrior trainers and my sister is your future Luna.” he smirked.

Just pulled me into a brief, hard hug. Then let go like it embarrassed him. “It’s over,” he said. “For now,” I said. “Vex won’t be the last.” “No,” he said. “But he was the worst.” The council was quiet for once. Even Mara had nothing to say. Seventy-three dead rogues spoke louder than any speech. --- That night, Redwood held a vigil. Nine pyres. Nine wolves who died so the rest could live. Their names were spoken. Their families stood tall.

The rogue camp was awake with quiet activity, wolves moving in disciplined lines, scanning the forest, patrolling the perimeter, eyes bright with anticipation. Tarek walked beside me, his dark silhouette blending with the trees. His expression was unreadable in the dim light, but I could feel the tension radiating off him. Mira followed a few paces behind, silent as always, her sharp eyes sweeping over the forest, ears flicking at even the faintest sound. The patrol reports from earlier had been troubling: Red Hollow scouts had become increasingly bold, encroaching closer to our territory, testing boundaries with precision, as if aware that we had grown stronger and more organized.

Ryan’s hand was outstretched, greedy fingers reaching to snatch away Michael’s only chance to become the Silver Moon Alpha. He pushed himself harder, straining every muscle to close the distance between them. A deep growl ripped from his throat, followed by another’s behind him. Lewis was already up and chasing him down, but Michael didn’t have time to fight him again. No, his eyes were on Ryan. Three strides away and closing in. He snapped his jaws, a threat, and the Red Dawn warrior hesitated. It was just enough. With barely inches between them, Michael snagged the flag from the ground and turned sharply, avoiding the drop to the raging sea below. Harsh pants blew from his snout, ruffling

Lilith asked, caught off guard by his sudden actions. "You do not have it," Chul said, his expression devoid of emotion, and then he released her and walked away. "Not have what?" Lilith questioned, a perplexed frown creasing her face as she followed him. "The red mark of a rogue," Chul replied, his voice still cold and distant. "I thought rogues were known for their foul odour. Some have red markings in their eyes?" Lilith mused, trying to grasp the concept. "Yes, and those with red markings are the most dangerous of them all," Chul affirmed.

Adults engaged in various tasks My attention was drawn to a group of werewolves surrounding a figure of immense size and crimson hue. Their watchful gazes met mine, their primal instincts sensing my approach. Among them stood the majestic red wolf, a beacon of strength and authority. The red wolf's piercing eyes locked onto mine, and I could feel the weight of his presence as he began to approach me. His powerful strides conveyed a sense of dominance and confidence, his every movement radiating a primal energy that commanded respect.

Someone had broken the lock. He immediately opened the drawer and fished through the various papers that were stocked in it, when a specific paper caught his eyes. More likely a picture. He gently grabbed the picture and what he saw made his blood boil. It was a picture of Lily and Rose laughing together. To be honest it was a very lovely picture. What made his blood boil was the Red Cross drawn over it with a marker. Dante knew what this meant. Whoever it was, he knew about the girls.

This seems like alot of work for a warning system if you aren't going to use the system to at least check and see what triggered it. With our next blink, Evander makes it to the doorway. I try to follow, but my legs won't move forward the small step that it needs for me to make the shift from one reality to the next. Evander looks back, waving his arm forward, motioning me to follow. I am too far away to tell him what's wrong without screaming, so I point to my feet and signal that I'm stuck. He looks shocked, but then his eyes open wide with fear.

CHAPTER 198: Bright Blue Maverick’s POV: We rushed back to the pack, the car driving directly to the scene. The car screeched to a halt, and we all got out to see what befell us. The RedClaw banner stood tall against the burnt ruins of the orphanage. Every second, a structure collapses, giving way as the flag blows victoriously against the small wind. “What in the goddess’s name,” I uttered, shocked that such damage could be caused in such a short amount of time.

Media is also there for a live coverage asking questions with CEO's of different companies and business delegates and add agencies. I don't know anyone here, it seems like I'm lost in this artificial world. There is a woman who is wearing red hot dress, revealing almost everything, I can't see her face clearly cause a tall man is blocking her face. So I went more nearer to her, she is none other than rosy, and the tall man is Mr. Alexander Hamilton. They both looked at me at the same time, I did not move to anywhere, I just stand there looking at them.