Blood Gang Bandana Novels & Stories

he said as he immediately put on the hand gloves the guard had handed him, went over to the bodies and removed the bands they were putting on and approached us holding them carefully with a gloved hand. “I noticed earlier that their bands are alike, so they were produced from the same place and were also given to them by the same person…..so well, I knew then that there must be a mark, feature, sign or writing on the bands that identify who they are, like a group or clan.” And then he smirked, holding the bands up to our nose, making it clear enough for us to see a tiny calligraph on it that says —NM.

The first he had been able to find out about, thanks to Luna, who had tailed some of their men back to their hideout. They belonged to the red bands. They were called that because they all wore a red band somewhere on their body, indicating that they belonged to that particular gang. Luna had been able to find out much more after she had interrogated some lower lackeys, who were more than kind enough to inform her of their illegal activities.

As she finished I let go of my nose and called out to her. “Nena,I told you to be careful with sharp things.” Unlike others, Nena’s blood is quite rare. It gives off a very sweet smell that can make a vampire lose his senses. Good thing I can control myself very well. She looked back at me, “Ah! Sorry… The cutter slipped out of my hand when I was trying to cut the sticks… But I put the band-aid on immediately!” I walked to her and crouched, “Good work.” I softly patted her head, “Be careful next time.”

One aspect of being human I’m glad I never have to deal with. The street is lined with buildings all packed closely together, but I’m only interested in one. The one that reads ‘Banca del Sangue’. All around the world I have set up blood banks run by sanguidae, for sanguidae. They can come whenever they are in need of supply, and magic on each building keeps them protected and ensures sanguidae don’t try raiding the supply.

she scolded. “I'm sorry, Bianca,” I paced back and forth in my bedroom, worry gnawing my mind. I defended, “But you know I wouldn't have reached out to you if I didn't have a big problem.” She sighed, “So what's this problem about?” “I want to know about a gang that has a star tattooed on their neck,” I described some no further details to her and asked, “Who are they?” Bianca sucked her teeth thrice, “Bad news. They are from the White Star gang, the fourth largest gang in the country. Their leader, Duncan was just released from prison a few months ago after he raped his wife's mother.”

It was only a matter of time before they would all come for their pound of flesh. As the invocation concluded, we stepped forward, our hands clasped tightly together. Our eyes locked, and a shared understanding passed between us. We were not merely pledging our love to one another, but also to the pack and the werewolf community as a whole. In a symbolic gesture, the elder presented us with a pair of intricately carved silver bands. These bands, crafted with ancient symbols and infused with moonlight, were a physical representation of our commitment and the eternal bond we were about to forge.

Breno explained and it all made sense, Melissa wouldn't miss participating somehow. We entered the hospital and went to Fernando's floor, there was a party prepared there and all the guys were waiting for us. As soon as we arrived they greeted us with shouts and popping confetti and streamers. Boris approached and handed me a white shirt that said "the groom: gang leader" and put a headband with a veil on my head and I started laughing. Then he showed me the t-shirt that he and all the others were wearing, they were black and said "groom's gang".

Simon jumped up and started ushering people back over to the tented area and away from the scene. "What have you done to me?!" Gerwulf was seething anger even as he was unable to move his body. His eyes were still a constant obsidian as Cinnabar began making him snarl at everybody around him. Finn flipped his son onto his back and lifted his left arm for us all to see his rib cage. The scar-like symbol that showed Gerwulf had been born of alpha blood was on display. It had turned completely black, looking like a tattoo that had began to leak it's ink and decorate him in tendrils of black.

He opened his locker and pulled out a greyish blue bandanna, holding it up for me to see. “May I?” he asked, gesturing to my hand that I was still holding up to my chest. I looked down at my hand and looked at the bandanna. I glanced up at his face, he was still smiling. So, I nodded and held out my hand. He slowly placed my jumper over my shoulder and I resisted the urge to flinch at his movements, then he carefully began to wrap his bandanna around the cut on my hand.

his father spat and tossed back the rest of his drink. "Stay away from that girl," "Or what?" Garin challenged him. "Or it will be the end of her, you or both. The Red Hoods don't associate with shifters," he stalked from the room. Garin looked at the large book in front of him as if it were diseased. It appeared to be an encyclopedia of sorts. The Red Hoods emblem, a hood encircled by a bow and arrow, was embossed on the front in faded gold filigree.