Black Souls Gang Novels & Stories

"It's strange, I wouldn't dare compete with you. Who would be dumb enough to want your life?" "Yen?" Mr. Marcus said casually. "Sorry, it's pounds!" Aaron chuckled. "Your life is really valuable!" Both of them spoke leisurely, as if they were not discussing life and death matters, but rather talking about today's weather. "Quickly let Panther take over!" Mr. Marcus chuckled lightly. Ghost Gang, the world's largest assassination organization, gathered five of the top ten international assassins on their roster. Although they also dealt in arms trafficking, researching biochemical weapons, and diamond smuggling, the assassination was Ghost Gang's signature business.

“This is about to get messy…” As Josh listened more he caught the name. The four guys who walked in were members of The Ghosts, a gang known for their ruthless reputation and the fear they left in their wake. They weren’t just infamous, they were the kind of people no one wanted to cross. Wherever they showed up, trouble followed, and from the way the entire party fell silent, it was clear everyone knew it. The group walked in confidently, completely unfazed by the attention they were getting. One of them, a tall guy, known as ‘Reaper’, with slicked-back hair and an expensive-looking leather jacket smirked as he scanned the room to see everyone looking at him and his friends.

*bash* The gangsters in front of the purple-haired girl got overturned. As she continued walking for a few steps, passing those guys, Ravyn found about ten more people coming from the side alley, preventing her from going any further. Upon noticing more carefully, they were all wearing sleeveless robes on one arm, which is the signature of Single Sleeve, a famous gang on the outside of Themeise. Ravyn swung her fist at the offender next to her and snatched his club to block the stab from the other knife-wielders. She kicked a handful of them back, turned around, swung the club she snatched to open the way back to the ringleader. "Ho, coming back to me yourself? You know, I kinda into bad gir

He said. "Shut up and hand over the woman." I said. "You can ask your friends' dead bodies where she is. Maybe they would speak up." He said. The man raised his left hand up and I could clearly see a force pull up three bodies from the ground. "No!" I shouted and rushed to the bodies. It was Pablo's, Linda's, and Freddy's dead bodies lying on the floor. "I'll get you for this!" I shouted with furry. I felt myself turning into a monster again. Same demon I had changed into the first time but about a foot bigger in height.

Get a grip. Lucian raises an eyebrow holding up his hand. I nod my head, afraid of the words that may come out of my mouth. I place my hands on his. James joined us in the foyer and took us to the garage. Lucian leads me to his black Bugatti Chiron. What is with him and black cars? But it suits him, though.

A fifty-year-old lean brat who uses his prosecutor wife to cover up his track of skin trades. He has a gang that drugs homeless people, stealing their organs and selling them. "Wealth?" Carlos chuckled. "Wealth is never enough for a gentleman. We all at this table would agree with that fact." Another tear of laughter from them. Bastards. They are all dying tonight.

K-9 asked him. “Who’s taking charge over there? We need intel on the players making a name down there.” “They call themselves the Sons of Doom,” Poison said, scratching at the scruff growing on his jaw. “Started out as a street gang, got into drug running for the Dogs, but now that their source of income is dead, they might move themselves up the ladder and take over the whole operation.” Jake nodded his head. “And who’s their fearless leader?”

My hands clench into fists. I let him off too easily that night. Gio nods, keeping his gaze on his screen. “No problem. We'll find him.” “E lo rovineremo.”(And we'll ruin him.) Lorenzo echoes, his jaw clenched. A smile tugs on my lips as I stare at my Brothers. The four brothers of Lupi Di Sicilia. Wolves Of Sicily. Our gang name runs high in Chicago and we’re known not to be messed with. But some gangs still like to test us out. Much to their doom.

“Let’s talk inside.” She followed me, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. Once we were seated, I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “The Black Bullet Clan isn’t just some small-time gang,” I began. “They’re a network of mercenaries and criminals for hire—dangerous, resourceful, and relentless. They’ve been after me for years.” Kelly’s brows furrowed. “Why? What do they want from you?”

It was something that looked like a USB drive. The leader of the group stepped on Kaycee’s face. "How dare you record us without our consent?" Another boy started pulling at my clothes. "We’re going to fuck your girlfriend right in front of you today. Let’s see if you dare stop us." Kaycee looked at me in despair. "She’s not my girlfriend. Please leave her alone..." The others shoved him toward the edge of the rooftop. Kaycee seemed to have put two and two together and moved closer to the edge on his own.