Blood Colors Gang Novels & Stories

Purple blood leaked from its arm. A mutant.

Dominic’s POV I couldn’t breathe. The room felt too small, too tight, like the walls were closing in on me. My gaze stayed locked on the boys—on my sons—as if looking away would make them disappear. Silver grey? Their eyes shone in a silver-grey color? It didn’t make sense. No! It made perfect sense. There was no mistaking it. That colour was carved into my bloodline; it had been passed down through generations of Drogomor Alphas. My father had told me, when I first showed mine, that it was a lineage thing and that no one outside our lineage had it.

My hands trembled slightly as I prepared the needle. “Just a little, Liam,” I murmured softly, steadying my voice though tears pricked my eyes. “Mama’s here. Just a little.” I pricked his skin carefully, drawing the blood into the thin glass vial. My movements were quick, practiced. But the moment I tilted the vial to the light, my entire body froze. The blood… it wasn’t the right color. It wasn’t bright red. It was darker. Almost black at the edges.

I muttered to himself, voice hoarse with frustration, But it seems like I’ve been banned from every blood center, every bar, every shady back alley sketchy shit I used to run through. They all heard of what I done. And What I threatened to do to the other agency owners, i mean Who wouldn't use their corpse eye socket for their own personal Cum dumpster? my vision blurred and my pulse pounding in my ears. My veins burned with a primal fury I couldn’t tame, a relentless hunger that gnawed at my insides.

He reached twenty-seven and still did not get the diploma. He is the lead guitarist and lead singer of the band ‘THE FALLEN ANGELS’. Ms. Capa was the one who named this band. The three boys are not only famous at school, but also in other places. He was mistaken for a Gangster look because of the tattoos surrounding both his arms.

She is still trying to remember what she forgot. “Give us the kid,” one of the robed men opened a voice from under his blue mask. Quan suddenly realized what made them different. The people who killed their mother; their eyes and masks are white with a blue hue, but this gang… the color of their eyes and masks was only blue. Or did Quan just see the wrong way? “What's wrong with my daughter?” Mr. Adan snapped. “I don't even know who these bastards like you are!”

Marian paled and gasped in horror. Corien levelled his gaze at her, not pausing. “There is no other way – to get blood – that would work. That – would give them – what they believed – they could get.” “We are…distant relatives of the red wolves. So much so…that we don’t have the distinctive red fur or red hair.” “With such weak genes…blood from the veins would not work. His men had tried it…when Dax was not looking. Tried it…in many ways,” he breathed, struggling to keep going, to get everything out.

All of a sudden I feel Creed's strong hand grab onto mine, I whip my head in his direction and see that he looks unbothered, calm, happy? “It’s okay, this is normal,” he says with a smile. “Normal?” I asked unsure. He chuckles and nods his head, “it’s exactly what happened at my father and mothers ceremonies, the colours of their dragons emerged in smoke tangling and merging together, like ours are doing right now,” he says while pointing in the direction of the bowl filled with our blood. I look over and sure enough our colours are blending together, making it almost midnight black but you can see the purple shining in there still.

Chapter 83 Author's POV The heads of the Sea Crocks MC were all in one convoy, everyone had a unique color. Baby's Ferrari was painted in sea green, Jason's BMW M5 driven by Robert was painted in ocean blue color. Jason’s Lamborghini Gallardo was painted in yellow and the other rides had the same black color since they were not formerly black.