Blood Gang Bandana Novels & Stories

A tattoo of a snake around her wrist. She gives me a sweet smile as she hands me a folded paper, then winks as she walks away without saying a word. My stomach tightens as I unfold it. A single sentence written in neat, dark handwriting: Far left booth. Hoodie. Red bandana around the wrist. I glance around the room, my eyes scanning the crowd until I find the one table that fits the description. The figure is shrouded in shadows like they don't want to be noticed and from the look of things, they're not.

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.

Each had a joint between their lips. "Good to see you, Marcelo," one of the mafia men greeted. "It is indeed good," Marcelo replied. All the clans came with their members. They were dressed in their clan's symbolic color. Red, maroon, and black. The black dress was for the Blood Moon cartel as they were all putting on black outfits. The girls were mostly in black high-waist trousers with a black crop top and faux jacket (optional) for easy movements for when the fight would start.

Lana greeted, unsure what to call him. “It is Gamma Elijah,” he corrected. “Good Morning, Gamma Elijah.” Something was unifying, Lana noticed. All the leaders wore an armband over their black attire. Kaylee's was green with a snake drawn over it, while Elijah's was red with a dragon and gun drawn over it. Turning to look more deeply, the elders had theirs too, Katida, Viktor, and some other guys. She couldn't make out their symbols since they were far, but the different colors shone brightly.

“I’m not even sure I have all my gear.” I tried to sound confident, though I had a feeling my wording already gave me away. “It’s fine. You have your band, correct?” My eyes dropped to the band wrapped around my hand. “Yes,” I murmured. “Good. That’s all we need. The band carries the codes, and as long as you’re wearing it, we can access them. Which means we need your pulse active at all times. Once you’re dead, the band dies too. It won’t work on a corpse.”

The air froze instantly. The smile on Cole’s lips stiffened as he stared at me in disbelief. “W-What?” I didn’t repeat myself. I simply closed my eyes. As if he couldn’t accept what he’d just heard, Cole stepped forward and roughly grabbed my wrist. My sleeve was pulled back, revealing the large patches of shocking purple bruises beneath—dark against my pale skin. They were marks left behind by needles repeatedly piercing my veins during blood draws. Cole’s fingers began to tremble. He stared at the bruises, his voice breaking as he demanded, “Why? Sadie! Why would you do something like that? Are you crazy? Why?”

Anana said with seriousness, “I will… drop the Luna crown and leave the Crimson Blood Pack for good and I will never look back.” For the first time, Ira’s eyes glittered with real interest. “In this pack, deals are sacred. There is no turning back once it’s made. You understand that?” “I do,” Anana whispered. “I wouldn’t dare defy it.” Anana extended her hand to shake. Ira glanced at the hand, chuckled, and shook her head. “In the Crimson Blood Pack, deals are sealed differently. We shake hands, roll our thumbs over each other three times, and press them together.”

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

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