Black Souls Gang Novels & Stories

Those respectable people would flee in fright after hearing that they belonged to a demonic guild. This feeling was too good to describe. Therefore, the members of the Soul Guild did not mind being called crooked or evil. They only wanted people to fear them. Black Fiend had observed Bruno for a while and felt that he was suitable to become a member of the Soul Guild. Bruno was shameless, ordinary, and full of himself. He could become an elite member of the Soul Guild after careful grooming.

"The four main gangs ruling this city? The Blackthorns, the Sombres, the Graves. And, of course, the Sovereign Syndicate—our family gang. The one that holds it all together. Mr. Blade’s men.” Andrew paused, watching Carter’s face for any sign of recognition. “I didn’t mention Dontrell’s cartel—the Black Reapers. They’re not part of the Circle. They work outside, doing their thing without reporting to the Circle. He’s a rogue, and he doesn’t take orders from anyone.”

Cassian, as usual, is a ghost in the corner, shrouded in shadows, his eyes the only thing visible—tracking every movement in the room like a hawk. "About time, Doc," Silas grins, though there’s no humor in his eyes. "Summary," I demand, looking at Prez. "The Southside gang," Prez says, his voice a low rumble. "The Southside gang is still running the local routes. They aren't just moving weight anymore, Jax. They're trafficking. Women, kids, anyone they can snatch off the street and sell to the highest bidder." Cassian steps out of the shadows, his presence chilling the air. He’s the quietest of us, a man who survived things that would have broken a normal person. He doesn't talk much, but wh

"Boss, our recent gun shipment got sabotaged." "What?" I yelled, enraged. "Who was stupid enough to do something like that?" "I've already put my men on it, and we managed to catch one of the men who was responsible." Giovanni said. "He's a member of the Blood Crust gang." "Blood Crust?" I replied, confused. The Blood Crust gang was one of the biggest gangs in South LA. Why would they do something so reckless? Were they trying to trigger a war, or were they just trying to piss me off?

Lucas said to Lindsay, "Lindsay, why don't we make a trip to the Black Water Gang first?" "Okay," Lindsay nodded. Lucas was such a person. He didn't need any reason to do anything. Not long after, Lucas and Lindsay arrived outside the Black Water Gang. "Halt!" More than a dozen Gene Fighters blocked Lucas and Lindsay. All of these Gene Fighters looked ugly. They were as arrogant as they could be. "Don' t you know that this is the Black Water Gang?" A Rank 6 Chosen Celestial Being spoke coldly while staring at Lucas and Lindsay.

"No—" "This is the only way." "Getting yourself killed, really? That's the best you could come up with?" Joe scracthed his head roughly. "Maybe we can get money. Like millions or whatever, to buy our freedom." "What do you think this is, Joe? A street gang? Shit, this is the damn Black Souls, bro. A damn mafia group." "Okay! Then how about leaving the country? For christ's sake, even leaving the damn continent. Go to Africa or something. With no wifi or internet we're as good as ghosts."

He did not want to risk disposing off a body when there were event planners decorating the house interiors for the party later that evening. “Who was responsible for this?” He further inquired from Lucas. “The bloods.” This African American gang had been their major rival for years in the city. Despite both sides taking heavy casualties during several clash, none of them were ready to opt out of the drug market in Atlanta. “Boss. We have to answer them in the same manner.” Marco said while heaving like a bull. While Luis appreciated having this huge beast of a man on his side, he knew that the man lacked brains over the brawls he had.

I replied with a neutral expression. “Well, everything about the whole expression screams gang-related to me.” He said casually and then pointed at the dead body of one of the men, my own men managed to shoot down. “That body there is a testimony to what I'm saying. That one there happens to belong to a gang they call The Dead Revenants. Ever heard of them?” “No,” I replied curtly. “I still don't know what that's got to do with me.” He chuckled shortly and shook his head the same way you'd do when you know your toddler was lying to you.

And of the Bolgun men were even slowly gripped his axe handle by his hip as they all stare down the 2 thug. “…sorry about his stupid mouth, good sir….the boy is still young and so does his brains….worry not, good sir..this is Red Cow Gang, Black Market…where you got your product..is no one concerns…as long as you are willing to sell and not cause ruckus inside the market…you and your men are welcome here with our open hands…hehehe..”.(Bald Bob)

Klaus: Rylee said she’s a possible member of the Tempest. Fuck. Now that’s a good way to turn off the lust bubbling in my system. Rylee would know a Tempest member when she sees one. Tempest, like Black Hand - Rylee’s previous company - are assassins for hire. But they are at the bottom of the food chain, lowlifes trying to make it to the big leagues. Markus went high and low to ensure all Dominguez’s acquaintances would pose no threat to Benny’s life. Then Benny’s words rang in my ears.