Blood Gang Bandana Novels & Stories

No one inside the room looked like they could truly carry the team towards victory. Blair opened up a bag and then began handing out aquamarine bandannas that have the Spellflower insignia. “Pass them around. Starting today until the end of the games, we will be wearing this on our right arms. All of the teams will be wearing the same thing on their arms as well.” April Rose got her bandanna and for a while, she was just staring idly at the insignia printed on it. Everyone had help putting theirs on and while she didn’t know anyone in the room, she was too shy to ask for help.

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.

I was given sandals to wear and a blue scrunchy to hold my hair up. "Rules," A fat Blood woman said to me in the meanest tone. I kept my face down. "You cannot eat with us in our lounge. You are not allowed to use any of our facilities here. You are not to speak or mingle with Blood staff beyond your job description. You are not allowed makeup, and you cannot date or be seen with Bloods. Am I clear," she asked. "Yes," I replied. "Yes, Mistress," she corrected me. "Yes, Mistress," I corrected myself, and she left.

Fighting and killing? "Boss!" A guard called out. "You need to see this!" He was standing over one of the dead attackers, pointing at something. Mikhail and I walked over and looked down. The dead man had a tattoo on his forearm, it was a symbol I did not recognize. "That is the mark of the Italian mafia," Mikhail said grimly. "The Rossi family." "Why would an Italian family attack us?" I asked. Mikhail said was quiet for a while. And I knew what his silence meant.

No fucking hope. I showed up with the bag. Alone. My shirt was soaked with sweat and blood. The bandage over my missing pinky was already red again. The bag strapped to my shoulder felt like it weighed a hundred pounds, filled with borrowed promises and the blood of whoever they killed to get that money. The air was thick. Wet. Like it knew something bad was about to happen. Scarface was already there. Boots crusted in blood. Knife sheathed at his side. His eyes are black and empty like a shark circling fresh meat.

I hushed the baby while tears were still streaming down my own face. I was covered in blood which I'm assuming wasn't good for the baby. "Hold him" I mumbled, handing him to Ice. Suddenly my tears stopped as my whole body filled with rage. A level of anger that I had never reached before. I walked over to the body of the man as I searched for any gang symbol; that's when I found it. Haze's gang symbol is tattooed on this man's arm. Then I was screaming only out of pain and fury.

Like they could lift her up with a finger. These people were not her match. She was just thinking when she noticed the tattoo drawn on the wrist of one of the men. It was a drawing of a dragon's head chained inside a flaming ring. Her eyes filled with recognition and she almost gasped but she kept it down thankfully, not allowing the fear to completely seize her. These people belonged to one of the most notorious gangs. S-rank first class killers from the dragon's ring. Whoever they've set their eyes on, they take. They make no mistakes.

She skims through the dusty, yellow papers while I observe her Rin silence. When she finds the page she was searching for she gestures for me to come over. “I think she was attacked by one of the Band of Blood. They are known for having received gifts from the Sun God himself. If I am correct the fog still festers in her blood. You marking her didn’t exactly help, it weakened her already fragile state. We need to clean her blood thoroughly, until there is nothing left of the fog.” She says.

The elder said putting down the book and picking up the knife, such an arrangement I didn’t like that much but knew it had to be done. Holding out our hands, a single slice is first placed upon Alban’s palm before it turned to me, the blade sliced along my skin sharply allowing a little pain to spread through and blood begin to drop from the wound. Now with our bleeding hands, we walk closer interlocking our fingers, our bloods now mixing with one another whilst the elder, holding a white silk ribbon which represented purity and the pack, wrapped the ribbon around our interlocked hands tightly tying it so our hands were pressed together ever so tightly.

Meanwhile, Adrian came to my side, and looking at me with more questions, he picked me in his arms. «she needs a doctor, now,» he said and escorted me to the open room, Atlas’s room. I held on to him, it felt weird, he was angry, warm, and afraid, and fear radiate out of him. He placed me on the bed and I felt a bolt of pain in my left arm where the wound was healing, making me scream my heart out; I looked at my hand, seeing black veins covering the wound. «What is that?» asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.