Blood Gang Bandana Novels & Stories

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.

That’s when I remembered something that I wanted to talk to him about. “That reminds me. The shells are nice for inside here, but we need something for my people to know that these people are on our side from afar. A bandana, a certain color shirt, something that’s noticeable from afar but not noticeable in here. I know it’s confusing and I’m not making sense right now. Sorry, but my head is still throbbing from my apparently realm jumping.” I blabbered out.

“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.”

“I was greatly alarmed at what I had seen, so I ran to my mother’s hut to inquire on what was happening, but she refused to tell me the truth. After seeing those men in the palace, I knew my father was going to tell me the truth, so I waited eagerly as I sat beside him. Murai told them a summary of all his father had said. The name 'Banabella' rang in their ears. “Son,” his father started, “I named you Murai for this reason: the night you were born, I fought and killed a leopard. That same night, I had good dreams about you. The day of your birth signified strength and power. I feel you will become powerful on earth if you listen to the voice of the gods; for I had the foreknowledge and pray

She grabbed my hand and linked our fingers while laying her head in the crook of my neck. A man all dressed up in black walked in with his hands up in the air. 'Hello, kind people. Can someone please kindly explain why the hell I was being controlled for carrying any kind of weapons.' 'Hello, Dante, good to see you as well.' I laughed sarcastically. 'Dante?' Grace muttered softly. 'Who is that?' She looked up and shot a small look at Dante. G R A C E P O V A man all dressed in black stood in the hallway. His hair was dark brownish and his eyes were green with a slight touch of brown in them. I felt weird looking at them. Like I have seen them before. But I was sure I haven't seen that man be

Catalina knitted something with wool. Dante handed out marshmallows. "Have you ever done this?" Matteo asked. "What?" Antonio said. "Being together. Like this. Without fear."The silence was brief, but significant. Dante didn't answer. We couldn't before. And now we can? Now we can. Matteo nodded, satisfied with the answer. Andrea looked around. At Elena, his sister. At Dante, his brother-in-law. At Matteo, his nephew. Antonio, Enzo, Marco, Luca, Carla, Catalina. All of them, an unlikely family, built on ruins and blood and pain.

I said, and then they all turned around again. "Use this bandage strip around your neck. This is specially made to keep you safe from a vampire’s bite at the neck. The poison in this strip will weaken their fangs first before breaking their fang because of the reaction." Derik said, handing over two square-shaped silver bandage strips. Gwen helped me put those bandages around my neck. She rubbed the bandage once it was done, and surprisingly, the color of the bandage changed to match my skin tone.

It's impressive, Alondra said with surprise, and she wasn't easily surprised. Then they placed a simple dress on my shoulders, made of light, almost silver fabric. It wasn't an ostentatious dress, but it had small embroideries with ancient symbols of the pack: crescent moons, intertwined claws, and oak branches. In the center was a Blood Moon symbolizing the name of the pack. “The embroidery represents protection,” Isa explained naturally with a big smile. “And it also represents belonging.” That was like a warm bath for my heart. Then they did my makeup and gave me the finishing touches, so when they were done, I took a deep breath.