Blood Gang Bandana Novels & Stories

I knew for sure that this day was my death, just had to wait for the painless wound. A man carrying a machete stared at me with a red eye then started slowly towards me , his machete dripped of blood, his hand tied with a scarf. Everything about him reflected “death”. I could not bear the thought of being hitched to death, it was surely not the painless death that I had prayed to come.

He asked as he breathed out his smoke. I take off my jacket and my shirt to show him my tattoo of the Criemsons. The tattoo shows a blood sword that encircles with vipers and roses that symbolizes our gang or mafia name. I swiveled to indicate my identity while his ladies gape at me like the last cupcake in a bakery they wanted to devour. "Holy mother of great mercy" He grinned. "Now can we converse interaction?" I asked before I put my clothes in and I know his kittens will groan for consuming clothes.

Victim blood. "The bowl of unity," Ronan explained, his voice carrying to the crowd. "Every member of Red River has bled into this bowl. Their blood mingles here, binding us together as one pack, one family, one unstoppable force." He gestured, and pack members began approaching the bowl. One by one, they cut their palms and let their blood drip into the stone basin. Young and old, male and female, they came and bled and stepped back, their eyes glowing with fervor.

"Sophia, press the gauze down! Don't let him bleed out on my seat!" I used my good hand, throwing my entire body weight against Dante’s chest as the man next to me ripped open a fresh pack of combat gauze. Dante groaned, a low, unconscious sound, his head rolling back against the seat. My left wrist throbbed in rhythmic, blinding waves of agony, but I forced myself to ignore it. I couldn't care about myself right now. Dante’s face was completely bloodless.

They bore the symbols strangely with the carefree innocence of youth, but I shuddered at the implication. "What are those bands around their necks?" I asked quietly. Mr. S followed my gaze and his expression darkened. "Vile remnants of their pasts. The young ones were cast out of the raider clans at birth for having 'impure' mixed bloodlines. The bands mark them as exiles, never to return on pain of death." I gasped in shock. "That's horrible! Can't the bands be removed?" He shook his head angrily. "They are mystically sealed by clan elders. Attempts to remove them have failed catastrophically..." His jaw tightened at some unpleasant memory.

I tell him, I felt something painfully growing on my teeth, fangs, I have fangs. "I rush to the hospital to get some blood bag for, sounds cool?" He asked and I nod with a smile. I turned around as he walks out. My mind flew back to what that driver in the cab said before. 'reloj su Atrás,o karma será cause Que gran daño con el maldición de sangre' {Watch your back, or karma will cause you great harm with the curse of blood }

Without hesitation, I fetched my phone out of my pocket and browsed on the internet what it meant if someone had a tattoo of a scorpion on his wrist. Some images were displayed on my phone screen and even before I could read out the content behind the scorpion tattoo, someone already beat me to it. "It symbolizes the membership of a well-known dangerous gang known as the Gun fire men." A familiar deep voice rung out loud from behind.

They’d spent the last hour scrolling, debating, vetoing, and finally settling on a theme that felt right. Black and crimson as the base—bold, powerful, unmistakably vampire. Silver and deep violet as accents—nodding to Liora’s shadows and Seraphina’s precision. Leather and charcoal gray for texture and edge—Ravenna’s influence. Crimson, silver, and deep violet woven into every piece. And the wristbands—custom leather cuffs, each with intricate vampire fang designs embossed in silver and deep violet thread, charcoal gray backing, crimson stitching. Subtle. Symbolic. Undeniable.

“Read this. It’s why you have to come.” Alice’s throat closed. The note read: You’re safe with me at the rally. Trust me. But the crescent moon symbol at the bottom matched the first note, and her scar pulsed, her senses catching fur and blood beneath Mira’s scent. Mira wasn’t just a friend—she was a hybrid, a cult creation, steering Alice to the rally for Samuel’s plan. “I don’t know,” Alice mumbled, nails tingling, shoving the note away.

Storm Rider's banner had a beige colour with black fringes and their pack's brand which was a wolf's head with a skull in its mouth was vividly drawn on the banner. Wild Fangs' banner was lilac purple with boysenberry-coloured fringes and their pack's brand of a huge shiny navy blue sword with metallic gold wings was on it. Erion pack's banner was royal blue with ivory white fringes and possessed their pack brand of a golden wolf with glowing green eyes howling. Lastly, Blood Star pack's banner was white and possessed golden fringes with the pack's brand of a massive luminous red star and with dark red markings all around it in a circular shape.