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.

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.

My body goes numb as I take in the images. These are pictures of me. Me going in and out my office. Me dropping my mom off to Sunshine Gardens Home last week. Me eating lunch at my favorite café with Aaliyah three days ago. Me going to the grocery store yesterday, and me entering the gym a week ago. Their all pictures of me and in each one of them my face is marked with a red X and with circles around the people who have been with me. The dates on the pictures go back to two weeks ago and I'm mortified and disgusted that someone has been following me around this entire time and I didn't even notice.

I scoffed quietly. The same words, the same actions, the same expression. Blood poured from below her belly, staining the seat of my Ferrari. "Madeline! Please hold on, it's a red light!" Madeline clutched her belly, her voice rising in a sharp, piercing tone. "Matt, are you trying to kill me? You've got to run the red light! I can't take it anymore!" I twirled my finger absentmindedly on the steering wheel. "Madeline, running the red light is illegal and I'll get a fine. We should be good citizens, right?"

But sometimes, even when you know there is a trap ahead, you still walk straight into it. Without hesitation, she drove to the Marshal Group headquarters. In the dimly lit parking lot, Nathan's black Maybach was shaking violently. The people inside clearly had no shame, leaving the window open. A long, pale leg stretched out of the window, wrapped in torn black stockings. A large hand reached out next, gripping the woman's thigh and squeezing it forcefully. Then came the woman's sugary voice. "Ah... Master, be gentle. I can't take it." In the darkness, something bright pierced Phoebe's eyes. It was Nathan's wedding ring. The one she had designed herself, a unique piece in the entire world.

Cutting your red string means you won't be able to feel your mate's essence even if your mate is close. Once your string is broken you will feel unbearable pain. It's like half of you has been ripped apart. You will feel empty and lifeless. Then I suddenly remember what happened three years ago in the woods of Assura. The unbearable pain I felt that night was so sudden. But it's impossible. There is no way I am destined with an unnatural being, especially a werewolf. A human destined to be with a werewolf is very rare and it is almost impossible. I snapped with my thoughts when I felt a sudden pain in my forehead. I gave Landon a sharp gaze when I realized he just flicked my forehead.

“I’m always mad you don’t let me stab someone.” We shared a look. One of those quiet, bitter, stupidly warm ones that said: We made it through another day. --- That night, I climbed to the watchtower myself. The wind up there was vicious, tearing at my cloak, screaming like the ghosts we hadn’t buried yet. I pulled the old Bloodroot flag from my pack. Unfurled it. Held it high. Red. Gold. Black. The sigil burned into the fabric like it never stopped waiting.

I stated what I’d noticed before when they attacked the town, and I'm still not over the horrifying fangs that were about to eat me alive if Hayden didn’t save me in time. “That’s another thing about having red eyes in our world. Red ones indicate power, but the more it goes dark and bloody, it only means a deadly, dangerous nomad or rogue was, As I mentioned before, nowadays not every nomad or rogue was reckless and senselessly killed anyone or caused dispute if not manipulated or forced to do so.” It didn’t slip from my hearing the sudden seriousness in Hayden’s tone when she shared that with me. Something else was on her plate, and it might involve manipulation around rogues.

I squeaked annoyed, why can I be jealous of fleas? “There is only one way!” I immediately looked at the girl again, then plugged my ears. “If you make a long object and take it with it. Then it will reduce the risk of you getting stuck. But I knew that wouldn't be possible either because it could only be pulled out by hand. However, I can take it, because I will not be detected as an enemy!” "Is it true?" exclaimed Logan even more excited “True, but after I took it. Then I will be the victim. The ground will also collapse as soon as I remove the flag, and there will be some people attacking you guys later!”

said the Northern Emperor. Neela snorted coldly, "You're crazy." "Then we'll see what happens," the Northern Emperor said. After a brief pause, a large flag was thrown out with a wave of the hand. The overall black flag is embroidered with an ancient evil blood red totem resembling a strange-looking cow. This flag grew in size after being flung out of hand into the wind. It grew to be a hundred meters tall in an instant, spreading the sky and fluttering in the wind. There was a burst of energy on it.