Blood Colors Gang Novels & Stories

“Which would you like?” I examined the hairbrushes. One was black, another brown, and another a dark orange. But the color that stuck out the most to me was blood red. My hair had already been stained by the blood of my family. I didn’t want to forget them, no matter what I did to survive. “That one.” I pointed.

Thick, crimson liquid drips down the children’s faces, pools in their outstretched hands, stains their clothes. It looks like a massacre.

These men… I had heard tales of their ruthless and—fucking no! As I looked at them, they didn't look happy or excited. They just looked at me like I was a car they had just purchased. One of them had hair the color of deep oxblood, a dark, reddish-purple that looked like dried blood. The second had hair as white as blonde silk. The third had hair as black as darkness itself. All three were wearing black shirts. The only thing that could probably be used to tell them apart was their hair colors. Before I could say anything, the guards moved in, hijacking me like a package.

The next moment, it turned red. Blood stained the bandage on his chest again. The spread was faster than I had ever seen. Soon, I saw trickles of blood spilling down his stomach to his waist. The blood wasn't red. It was another color. Black. The next few minutes remained horrifying to watch. Ratio kept growling and trashing things. Just when I thought it wasn't going to end, he froze with his hands on the wall. His breathing was so heavy that I could hear it loud and clear.

While we could never predict the outcome with absolute certainty, it was about the intention. The three Nabellos had solidified their bond with their mates, and their roses were all blue. Apparently, there were five rose colors denoting how powerful fate deemed someone. Black was the most common while gold was the rarest. Blue was the most powerful underneath gold. It made sense because of how powerful Nabellos were naturally. The marks on the vampire’s necks were very interesting. They were abstract overlays and were beautiful. Although, I was still biased with the mark on my girl’s neck. She was my blue flaming phoenix and definitely made of fucking fire.

"What do you mean colors?" "Each bond has a color, a mate bond is gold, a family bond is orange, the oath bond is blue and a blood bond is red. You have all those colors coming from you but the one that is the brightest and the thickest is the mate blood bond you share with father, that one is a mix of gold, blue and red." "Me and your father have an oath bond? How?"

There was no mixture of any color. On the contrary, the Blood Stone Pack has a mixture of different colors of cars, but it was mandatory that all their cars must have a red sign at the front and the back. This was to identify that the car was from the Blood Stone Pack, and anywhere it's spotted, one can easily tell which pack owns the car. The red signifies the red thick blood, as the first name of the pack was ‘Blood’. Gabriella became speechless as she gazed at Alpha Ryder's convoy waiting outside the pack to be permitted to go to Alpha Austin Radford.

' He grumbled through the mind link. Red, it was the colour of blood. It is the colour that spills as one is tortured and beaten. The deep shade was the most visual form of pain. The pain that I enjoyed giving to those do dare disrespect. It was the colour of the devil. However, Athina had proclaimed it to be colour of the angel. The deep shade wasn't a sign of pain or danger when it came to her. It was simply a colour showing its beauty.

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.