Blood Gang Bandana Novels & Stories

Oh actually I do have something I want to ask you about. Kiri: what is it? Ban: what is the Color of the lost Familia?

The man returned to the Base as Torch led me to the pile, watching the man return with two more in his hands and two slung over each shoulder. “Good timing!” the man grunted, heaving the bodies onto the pile “this will be a good lesson for you, Newbie.” “These are people who disobey Hemlock. Hemlock is our leader; he’s the man you met earlier. We only use people from in here as practice, so they will all be Banded.” Torch looked to me, then nudged one of the Banded hands with his foot. “These two killed themselves” the man spoke before heaving one of them up “they have the inverted skin around their necks, see? Hung themselves.”

Gold accents adorned the bodice, woven with symbols of the Mexican Mafia's history—roses, daggers, and intricate patterns that symbolized both strength and beauty. My hair was swept up, with a few loose curls framing my face, and a crown of black and red roses rested upon my head, interwoven with gold leaves. The makeup was dark, accentuating my features with a powerful, almost ethereal look. At my throat was a choker, a single ruby at its center, glinting under the flickering lights. The crowd parted before us as we walked, whispers and nods of approval surrounding us, but I kept my gaze forward, my hand resting on Harvey’s arm.

My body had a mind of its own, a magnetic sexual force that was only drawn to HJ’s pull. Sebastian’s eyes locked on my hips, on my dress still bunched there, and I started to let go of the fabric just as his hand shot out. It balled into a big fist, and the tulle of my dress tangled in his fingers, covering the mafia ring I stared at from time to time. Each of the men at the top of the mob had them, like class rings, but with skulls imprinted on them and a teardrop on the side that symbolized the family’s blood.

Every member has a Necklace or bracelet or ring embodied with a claw holding a rose, dripping with blood. It is the cutest thing ever and there's a crown right under the droplets of blood, I didn't encompass the crown but it's a mistake I took as fate when the jewellers made them. All these items can be worn by all but the necklace, and tattoos are according to rankings.

Papa said sternly with his arms across his chest. I sighed and nodded for Azalea to bring the damn tiara over. Papa insisted that we had to. Kai and Xander had no problems with their gold and silver headbands, but I did not feel all that enthusiastic about wearing a tiara. The tiara was absolutely stunning though. It was a silver and gold band that were weaved together. There were gems of all colors that situated within the dips and curves of the tiara. Papa explained that they were Fae Blood Gems. They got their color by the color of the blood of different kinds of Fae. However, their magic was blocked, making them unusable for spells. Apparently, the magic found in Fae blood was very power

Simon jumped up and started ushering people back over to the tented area and away from the scene. "What have you done to me?!" Gerwulf was seething anger even as he was unable to move his body. His eyes were still a constant obsidian as Cinnabar began making him snarl at everybody around him. Finn flipped his son onto his back and lifted his left arm for us all to see his rib cage. The scar-like symbol that showed Gerwulf had been born of alpha blood was on display. It had turned completely black, looking like a tattoo that had began to leak it's ink and decorate him in tendrils of black.

Ben said, and I nodded. “Let’s go.” I looked at Azrael, who stood up, and I followed suit before waving at Ben. We got to the start line of the game and since we weren’t exactly much, there was only one grand prize. Azrael surprised me when he handed me a white headband before I took it and stared at it. “Why are you giving me this?” I asked as Azrael tied his. “In my culture, tying a headband represents sportsmanship and team spirit. Though we aren’t really large but I felt it would fit the mood since this is our first editor-author event.” Azrael explained as I stared at the headband before I tied it to my forehead.

The tattoo made him a member of the feared gang, Gongbay. Gongbay was a gang with its octopus feet each in every illegal trade, drugs, prostitution, human trafficking, smuggling, money laundering, and several other poisonous fruits growing on the branches of the tree named Bay transport company. It started initially as a cargo transporting company but slowly came out to be the most powerful gang in the country. "Is this fellow here not on the guest list?" he asked blowing a shiver through the body of Bryce and Rever. Oriel saw the tattoo on his chest and spun her mind to recall the meaning behind the sign. Bryce felt the scowl of his narrowed down eyes on his neck and gulped the moisture dow

Levi's voice quivered with a mix of disbelief and trepidation as he tried to gather more information about the notorious alpha who had made his presence known in their territory. "Sangre, it means blood," Fester explained, his voice filled with unease. Levi felt a shiver run down his spine at the weight behind the name. The very mention of Sangre conjured images of destruction, chaos, and a trail of crimson stains left in his wake.