Blood Gang Bandana Novels & Stories

Jonah sent a single thumbs up emoji that made my chest ache. I should call them. I will. Just not right now. The car slows and I look up. There’s a gate ahead, tall and iron and imposing, the kind that makes it very clear you’re not supposed to be here unless someone specifically invites you. Stone pillars on either side with the name ‘Petrova’ carved into them in elegant letters. The gate starts to open before we even reach it, sliding apart smooth and silent like it knows we’re coming. We drive through and the road changes from asphalt to gravel, the sound of it crunching under the tires filling the quiet car.

she protested, not wanting the omega’s efforts to go to waste. Ciel rolled his pale white eyes. “You can keep the bandage on when I’m done.” He placed her hand over the injury, and a bright white glow wrapped around it warmly, and before her widening eyes, the wound sealed, vanishing through her skin like there was nothing there in the first place. “That’s so cool.” she cooed. Ciel smirked and stood back on his feet.

' Dell, if you don't shut th- "I saw a symbol on the truck, and it reminded me of something I saw on the ring of somebody. But the image isn't clear on who, or what their gender might be. That's disappointing. And relieving. For a second there, I thought she remembered something about me. I'd like to avoid another confrontation with bitchy Anastasia. Her fingers, thin and flawless, rub up and down her thigh. She nervous. "Can you describe the symbol?" "Yes, it was an octopus with a dagger stabbed into the top of its head, and pushing out of its mouth." 'Cult!' What are you talking about? 'It sounds like a cult, what else am I supposed to say?'

There are a lot more guards stationed everywhere. The shooter came from the back door, so they've sealed them all. I heard something about there being a 'blood feud' with another gang, the Browns. Well, the Kellers don't consider themselves a gang, they're an 'association'. I don't see what the difference is. The point is, something happened years ago, and there's trouble. They want the Kellers dead.

After the near rape incident the first few months I was there, we had the tattoos done on our left arm to signify we were all one, part of the same group. A sigil of each pack combined into one tattoo. A wolf’s head with long fangs for Venom Fang, the crescent moon above its head for Crescent Moon Lucius’s pack, The forest behind it for the Black Forest pack that Johnny comes from, a red river at the bottom for Dex’s pack the Blood River Pack and the night sky, for the Dark Night Pack where Brent is from. They all have the same one. Heading out into the living room, I see them all sitting around chatting and laughing when they all look at me.

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.

“It’s about the child of prophecy.” A chill seeps into my bones, and my fists clench at my sides. The silence in the room seems to thicken. “What about it?” “The child of prophecy is a male,” Gaza replies. “Born of royal blood, and can be identified by the colour of his hair.” My neck tilts. “Hair colour? What’s the colour?” He straightens, eyes burning a strange orange colour before returning to its normal amber. “White.” A sharp inhale sounds.

She walked into the adjoining washroom, filled a small basin with lukewarm water, and grabbed a clean face towel from the cabinet. Returning to the bedside, she set the basin down. She dipped the towel into the water, wrung it out, and began to wipe the dried blood from his skin. She worked methodically, cleaning his face, neck, and shoulders. When she moved to his chest, she carefully navigated around the new bandages. Her hand stopped at a tattoo inked onto his skin in a foreign script she couldn't identify. "Sanguis Obligatus," she whispered. "What does it mean?" Realizing her phone wasn't near, she decided to look for its meaning later.

That would be reckless and dangerous, and I would never put my baby at risk. My eyes moved to the bands around Zara’s wrist. There were four of them—red for sparring, green for obstacle courses, yellow for relay races. But there was also a blue one. An idea formed in my mind. My eyes narrowed as I studied the blue band more carefully, reading the small text printed on it. Perfect.