Black Arm Gang Osrs Novels & Stories

Back then, I'd said sharply, "There we go. You'll never be able to repay me in this lifetime. Do yourself a favor and serve me properly—maybe I'll let you go when I'm bored." Those days had blown away with the wind. I used to bluff and bluster, using money to cover my insecurity and fear. Now, I had nothing. I could only scurry around like some rat that couldn't bear the light. Perhaps the birthmark on my face had never been removed, after all. Every time I ran into Ewan after our sudden reunion, the half of my face where the birthmark had once been seemed to throb and itch again. It felt raw and inflamed, like it had been soaked in rain all night.

Just when Bob's hand descended upon Aldus' shoulder, Aldus put on a fierce look as a ferocious gleam burst forth from his eyes. In an instant, he raised his right elbow and brought it down mercilessly. A dull thud sounded, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking. "Ah!" Bob's expression shifted. He let out a terrified scream as he staggered backward. He widened his eyes as he stared at his right arm. His arm was twisted at an eerie angle. The horrifying white color of his bones could be seen sticking out of his flesh, exposed to the air. Blood covered his arm, and it was a scary sight to behold.

"So? What are the Blood Wolves?" "They are the biggest gang in Zamri," Helen replied gingerly, clearly afraid. "They have over a thousand men in their ranks, and they have over ten enforcers who are martial artists. That's why they get to strut without a care, and things always end badly for anyone who gets on their wrong side." Tugging on Frank's sleeve, she cried, "I think we should run, Frank!" "Are you trying to run? Well, too late!" Terry laughed.

Jo in return, scowled at her. “Or I'm sure we can find you a masseur or two, depending on your tastes.” The woman added fearfully, not wanting to annoy Jo. Jo was the only female leader of an all male gang in Ganghaven, and for that, she was feared by many. Her gang had the least members, but they were very effective in striking fear into the heart of people. All of Jo's men were burly, bald by choice, and they all had a hawk tattoo on their left biceps. The Street Hawks were known for destroying any business or store that refused to pay them protection money.

Groups. Stygian Beasts=Stan's Army. Rubicund Monsters=Kerwyn's Comrade. Dark Mafias=Drew Samonte's gang. Red Assassins= Ian Mercado's group. Rogue Sharks= Nate Guevarra's gang. Lethal Snakes- Ruffian Ninja=Haidei gang And more .Expect additional cast. CORDOVA CITY.... Add them on F******k.

"According to the information gathered by my ancestors, there is a relic of an evil practitioner from ancient times here. There is a section of Chaotic Evil Practitioner's Arm in the ancient ruins," Sian revealed, "You can have the Chaotic Evil Practitioner's Arm as long as you let me go."

Chief said as Zoe stood up the lights were dimmed down and some blueprints stood out in the dark. "We all know the about the recent uprising of gangsters and mobs recently, but recently there's a new gang they call themselves AXE-L." she started off. "This gang is notorious, we have reports from the branch in New York that they bombed a warehouse killing 50 people and recently kidnapped Hank Bronze a notorious ex convict who was in hiding then later drugged him to death." she said.

“Hmm. You are still standing. Alpha Blackwood told us that you would be easy to take care of.” My eyes moved from their bows to the mark on their sleeves. Death Haul. One of the top-rated assassin organizations in the country. And not just one member. Three of them with their arrows trained on me and about twenty other people who could not fight.

He pointed a translucent finger at my black, decaying arm. “Ten years ago, when you jumped into that river, you didn't just lose a necklace. We harvested a piece of your marrow while you were drowning. We used it to grow the 'Remainder' inside you. But that arm... it’s a piece of my original body. A graft hidden in the Omega line, waiting for the King to reach terminal mass so I could finally wake up and reclaim the Throne.” The realization hit me harder than the Solar Spear. My necrotic arm wasn't a wound. It was him. I was carrying the very rot that destroyed the North, anchored to my own shoulder.

I implore, my voice brimming with determination. Sage's voice takes on a measured tone as he dives into the details of the encounter. "The rogue clan was known as the Bloodfangs," he begins, his eyes scanning the surroundings as if reliving the battle. "Their members were highly skilled fighters, each marked with the tattoo of a serpent entwined with a wolf on their wrists—a symbol of their unity and cunning." "They possessed a unique agility and strength," Sage continues, his words painting a vivid picture in my mind. "Their warriors moved with grace, striking swiftly and retreating with an uncanny precision. It was as if they were one with the shadows, blending seamlessly into the night."