Blood Gang Bandana Novels & Stories

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.

Carlos Cruise stared at the bloodied walls of the abandoned warehouse, his face a mask of barely-contained rage. The words “Nyx was here, don’t mess with the Hell’s Gang” were smeared across the wall in crimson, the letters dripping with the lifeblood of his fallen friend. The smell of iron and death hung heavy in the air, a grim reminder of the ruthless underworld he was now thrust into.

The coroner took out a description report and explained, “Because the object was removed from a dead body and, on top of that, was not in good condition at all, I can’t show you the artifact itself. You’ll have to look at this report instead. “Mr. Lynch made a correct guess: When Ms. Lydia Hamilton was murdered, she swallowed a foreign object. According to the erosion of the object in her stomach, she was murdered less than a minute after she swallowed it.” Luna immediately took the report from the coroner. Joshua, too, stood up and fixed his gaze on the report. The object that Granny Lynch had swallowed was a bloodstained bandage. The doctors had already retrieved the DNA from the blood and

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.

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.

“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.

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.