9 Deuce Bloods Novels & Stories

Anine asked. "Your daughter needs the blood of the deity on it. When he appeares in human form, give him a cut. Do not wrestle with him. Just a cut. The blood of that body he uses is the only thing that is needed on this sword. Ajonwa is a Spirit but he uses the body to wreak havoc. Get the blood on the sword and he would be no more. "He would kill me!" Anine said almost loudly. "Once his blood touches the sword, he would be rendered powerless and he will never use that body again. Can you do it? Consider the generation yet unborn and what he would do to them. Remember what he did to you, would you allow him to do it to another?"

Together with Gio. We walked into the house and the first thing I saw was a dead body on the ground with a pool of blood around him. Fucking hell. I think he shit himself. 'Come on, be silent.' Gio whispered. I squeezed his hand in response, afraid someone would hear me when I would speak out loud. I heard screaming and triggers being pulled. I saw Lucas and Damien standing in the door and I let out a big sigh of relieve. 'Fucking hell, boys. You made me pee myself a little.'

If he wants war, he's got it coming and the De Lucas's better not have a hand in this. This fight was going to be a bloody one and I could sense it. My problem is I don't know who am up against and how many they are. I held the glass hard, applying pressure until its fragile frame shattered, spilling it's content on the expensive carpet. The smell of brandy mixed with blood was intoxicating. I needed to cool down and the only way I could achieve that, was by unleashing terror. Without paying any attention to my bleeding hand, I left my office for the dungeon.

“Well, that’s true… but I was wondering if you would be open to hearing a proposal I have put together?" He rested his hand on his protruding belly, his eyes boring into mine. "Fine. Let's hear it." I took a deep breath, fighting the nerves settling in my stomach. "Word on the street is that two rival mafia gangs, ‘The Brooklyn Blood Brothers’ and ‘The Blood Kings’, are fighting to control New York. Now, the—" "Wait!” Mr. Jeffers cut in. “The Brooklyn Blood Brothers and The Blood Kings? Gwen, are you listening to yourself right now?" He laughed, shaking his head.

Haha… An eerie look appeared on Darryl’s face as he walked closer to him with the Blood Drinking Sword in his hand. “You’re telling me now it’s all a misunderstanding? My brother is still lying in the hospital and you are f*cking telling me it’s all but a misunderstanding?” His Blood Drinking Sword stabbed through Donoghue’s shoulder after he said that. “Ah!” The sword went through Donoghue’s shoulder along with a loud moan sounding like pigs in a slaughterhouse.

Once the shiny red door of the sports car was pushed open and Darius’ presence majestically revealed, the girls from every year level of Asuncion High became enthused. One could hear the heels from their sandals and shoes clicking loudly on the tiled ground as they jumped with excitement and admiration.

“I think it’s some kind of wellness trial. Two grand.” Her best friend scanned the page, her lips twisting into a grin. “The Draeger Institute, sounds bougie. Wait, is this that Draeger? Like Lucien Draeger? Draeger BioTech?” Zaria blinked at her. “I…don’t know. Maybe?” “Z, you need to get your head out of those books once in a while. You don’t know Lucien Draeger?” Zaria shook her head sheepishly. “I mean, come to think of it. I do know Draeger BioTech. I don’t know Lucien.”

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

The previous night, after being shockingly stabbed by a machete, Ben was left gasping for air and bleeding heavily. How could he have underestimated that b****** Mapulanga? He cussed himself. He had never being this stupid. If only he could be given a chance to kill that fool, he would but looking at how things stood, he would be dead in a few minutes if the blood flow wouldn’t be contained. Damn, life flashed on his face. The k3 million wasn’t going to be spent. If Devi could play the game right, he would get it all. Screw Devi, he gasped for air even more. He was his bestfriend though. One only friend in crime. One chance, just a chance, he begged looking at the heavens.

But I just could not help it any longer, being face to face with a wolf had everything flooding into my brain, and I wanted to scream my lungs out. Blood. It was blood that I saw. My parents' blood, spilled on the wooden floor around their heads. I saw their lifeless eyes and still bodies, and wounded faces. I saw my eleven year old self crying and screaming for them to wake up and look at me again, to call me their baby again. But that did not happen, it never happened. And I saw the people that had done that to them, their smug faces and crooked smirks, their hands stained with the blood of my parents, and the set of tattoos on one of their forearms.