Blood Gang Bandana Novels & Stories

Their clothes are worn, a mishmash of utility and intimidation. Some wear tattered jeans and boots, others cargo pants tucked into heavy-duty combat boots. Bandanas and headscarves cover their heads, some sporting faded caps with symbols I don’t recognize. Their arms are adorned with tattoos—snakes, skulls, and other sinister designs that seem to move with the flex of their muscles. Most chilling of all are the weapons slung over their shoulders; rifles, machetes, and knives gleaming in the morning light.

"Everything's ready. Security is positioned. Not even Diana Reed could disrupt this ceremony." I nodded. Diana had been quiet since her failed attempt to claim Foster Pack hunting rights. She'd retreated to Northern Ridge Territory after Harold Foster publicly denounced her schemes. Harold had declined attending but sent a hunting gift anyway—surprising everyone, especially Madam Evelyn. "Do you have the ceremonial bands?" I asked suddenly panicked. Peter patted his pocket reassuringly. "Safe and secure." These weren't ordinary bands. They were crafted from rare Northern Ridge Territory moonstones—a gift from Alpha Evergreen himself. The bands bore ancient pack symbols for eternal protection

“There’s something we haven’t tried yet, maybe it will work out for you who knows.” He paused, hesitating. That alone made my heart sink further. Luca never hesitated. Not unless the idea was dangerous. Or desperate. Is this one? “There’s a band,” he said slowly, “an ancient one. Worn on the arm or wrist. It drains wolf energy... pulls it out slowly to keep the human side alive longer. Some called it a mercy band. Others called it a curse.” He looked at me then, searching for a reaction. “It could slow the poison,” he added. “Not stop it. But maybe... buy us more time.”

I gulped my anxiety clutching on the stick of my floss as the familiar voice hit my ear drums! They wore their bully gang's hoodie they had designed for their Wild Wolves Gang. Dark blue galaxy kind of hoodie with a wolves deadly picture imprinted on it in the centre and the name of their gang written in the extreme centre with a bold lining in blood red aggressive font. I took few steps back trying to make a way out of this mess. They only wore this hoodie when they decided onto doing something real worst! And now the worst was for me! Shit Valen, you should not have messed with them!

" I kicked the door open. Ava was wearing a fur bikini, twisting her body while hanging on Noah's waist. I went crazy, limping forward to tear off her clothes, but I froze when I saw the bone flute hanging on her chest. My eyes were bloodshot as I grabbed her by the neck. "Ava! What is that on your neck?!" Ava's veins bulged, and she could not speak. Noah pulled me down. "Are you crazy, May? It is just a dying old wolf. I can catch another one for you, okay?" The bone flute on Ava's neck was made from Wolf Mom's bones—the same as mine.

Her fingers fumbled several times, but she was determined to do it herself, afraid he might try to help her again. When she turned back to face him, he still hadn't spoken. Instead, he removed his waterproof jacket and draped it over Riley. Underneath, he wore a black hoodie adorned with a unique golden emblem on the left chest—a crescent moon and a droplet shimmering faintly in the dim light. At that moment, everything became clear to Riley. The golden moon and the golden droplet of blood symbolized the Golden Blood Pack, one of the world's most renowned packs, led by Eash's father.

He grinned as he signaled for us to return to our designated spots. "May I request the Beta and the Future Beta Female to pledge their love and loyalty to each other as I, on behalf of the Goddess bind you together for life." I turned my body to face Alia, who was already looking at me as I grasped her hand in mine. Elder Garett began to link our wrists together with a black rope, symbolizing the pack's color. Alia was holding her breath, biting her lower lip as her eyes followed the movement of Elder Garrett's hands.

My fingers fumble with the hem of my dress as anxiety crept through me. "This blood symbolizes my loyalty to you and the union you and I will share as we rule the pack together as equals. We will get through any hardships together like everything we do. I promise to stand with you while we protect this pack. I grant my permission on behalf the pack for you to join the Scarlet Moon Pack," he says. He takes the knife and slits his hand and lets a drop of blood flow down his hand and into the bowl. The blood swirled around in the water until it became a lightish pink color.

“Not really.” “Did you know anything about him? Family name? Pack?” “I don’t know what his family’s name was.” I paused as I recalled what that boy… what Jeremy looked like. There were distinctive black marks on his throat. Thin lines pointing down like a row of arrows. Humans would have called them tattoos, but it was more of a birthmark. Only one pack had a motif like that on their necks. “The Banshee’s Guard. That was the pack he was from.”

We all had a part in it. Antonio nodded. Everyone did. Andrea stepped forward. I arrived late, but I'm a Moretti too. I have the blood too. Alessandro looked at them, confused. Are you offering yourselves up? All of you? Yes, Elena said. Because we're family. Because we protect each other. Because we're not Salvatore. The silence stretched on. Luca wept silently. Alessandro lowered his gun slowly. I don't understand, he whispered. I don't understand how they can...