Novel & Cerita Blood Gang Bandana

They were identified by wearing white bandannas. Then there was the Digamma, the rank given to those who were subpar on the battlefield. They served as the village guard, policing the populace, excluding the elite. They also fought in local skirmishes and in times of war, they were used as fodder squads. They wore red bandannas to identify their rank. The following rankings were Delta, who were the bulk of the Abnormal military forces and wore blue bandannas. Beta, who served as middle rank officers who served as the direct higher ups of the Digammas and wore yellow bandannas.

He was losing lots of blood, enough to be lethal to a strong Alpha. After cleaning the cut, I made an improvised bandana and wrapped it around his forehead, trying to stop the bleeding. I saw Dora closing her eyes in my mind and barking something soft under her breath. It sounded like something between a prayer and a spell. As she stopped barking, a soft golden light left my fingertips and a smile formed on Grant’s numb face.

Agent B stayed for a little longer, still letting the electricity surge into their bodies until it was enough to render them unconscious. With another push in the button, the electric current stopped and Agent B let the baton be one again and kept it on her belt strap. She then proceeded to check for some kind of identification in them and she luckily found it. The one with the ritual knife belonged to a group, or rather a gang that has a cult sector. ‘That explains the ritual like the knife he was holding a while ago. So it is a ritual in the middle of an asassination attempt.’ She then checked the other guy and found a tattoo in his nape: the tattoo is a symbol that belongs to a mafia who

“So, I’m giving you these red bands in order to be identifiable, okay.” “Excuse me, miss?” called a man from the crowd. “Yes?” “Where do we put them? A scarf or something?” “Actually, be as stylish as you want. On your forehead, around your shoulder... Just make sure we can see it.” Mpumi approached Dion standing alone, he was neatly tucking his band into his chest pocket, making sure it was visible. “Ah, yellow band,” she said catching his attention. “Oh,” he smiled, “you too?”

I was a little happy but it was short-lived after I remembered she said we were not buddies. We sat opposite each other, and there was still some amount of fear in me because I knew these crazy ladies might just come out from anywhere and still throw away my food. “Eat!” Sandra growled, and I flinched back in fear. I began to rush my food. “Now, first things first, I'll tell you about all the gangs we have here, we have the black bratva, they are the ones with the anchor sign, the girl you described you will see the anchor tattoo on her neck, that's a sign that she's a member of the gang, they have these tattoos to be able to identify and know their gang member, second is the Queens girls, t

After he joined us, we all turned to face the gathering. “As your Don, I introduce to you the new inner gang, la Rosa de Sangre.” I stated. They all went down on one knee, and my parents joined them. In a chorus they spoke, “We vow allegiance to the inner gang, la Rosa de Sangre.” Madrid, Spain ~ Ava’s POV “It’s beautiful.” I complemented Ellie. The skin on the side of her left arm was totally covered by a blood rose tattoo. The dark green stalk with thorns wound down the front of her arm and ended just before her wrist. The words: la Rosa de Sangre were sprawled against the side of the stalk.

If only I had an idea where the location is. Feeling a little bored, I adjust the band on my hair. It is a leather band with the Blood Crescent symbols inscribed on it with tiny gold letterings. So tiny that it was a little hard to see. And that is why it is perfect for this mission. Totally won’t give anything away.

To the new leader of the blood-born, Malakai was the ultimate prize—a never-ending, self-replenishing blood bag of pure sustenance. The entity pulled back, its jagged jaw smeared with Malakai's bright, vibrant crimson blood. The monster let out a low, vibrating hum of sheer satisfaction. With a casual, effortless tug, it hauled Malakai's limp, paralyzed body out of the mud by his ruined silk collar, dragging him backward toward the edge of the cliff like a piece of slaughtered meat.