Blood Gang Bandana Novels & Stories

It was a black dragon with wings, surrounded by black roses. “You have a weird tattoo,” I commented out of the blue. He lowered his gaze to his forearm. “All members of the Anderson Mafia have this kind of tattoo. It serves as our identification.” I fell silent, staring at it intently. For some unknown reason, that symbol is familiar to me. I tried to dig into my memory to recall where I’d seen that tattoo before, but it only caused my head to ache, prompting me to rub my temples. Cole quickly attended to me.

She'd had a panic attack, the likes of which he'd never before seen. "I promise." He held his hand out to her. He watched as her blue eyes roamed the tattoo that went from his wrist to his forearm and snaked up his bicep. She always looked at it. He wasn't sure why and hadn't yet gotten the guts to ask her. Making a come-on motion with his hand, he finished. "I brought you a bandana. We can cover your face until we get to Allen County, that way you don't have to worry."

She grabbed my hand and linked our fingers while laying her head in the crook of my neck. A man all dressed up in black walked in with his hands up in the air. 'Hello, kind people. Can someone please kindly explain why the hell I was being controlled for carrying any kind of weapons.' 'Hello, Dante, good to see you as well.' I laughed sarcastically. 'Dante?' Grace muttered softly. 'Who is that?' She looked up and shot a small look at Dante. G R A C E P O V A man all dressed in black stood in the hallway. His hair was dark brownish and his eyes were green with a slight touch of brown in them. I felt weird looking at them. Like I have seen them before. But I was sure I haven't seen that man be

“I’m so glad he didn’t give up on me. Now hurry, give me the signal band so I can make it back to the ship. I need to check on the latest clutch. Nyxt and I were trying something different. We were blending our DNA with that of the local sea life and…Wait, where is your band?” “Band, I’m not sure what you mean?” I admit as she holds up my arms, searching for something she’s not seeing. “Like this,” she pushes aside her sleeve and shows me something that looks a lot like the mating bands Primus tried to gift me before. When I created this new body out of void stuff, I didn’t recreate the ring or earrings I had to keep me in touch with my family, so I don’t even have those to show her. “Only,

A tall man with dark hair and broad shoulders had his arm around Isabella as they walked through the lobby. And there, on his neck, partially hidden by his collar, was a tattoo—a snake wrapped around a dagger. My blood went cold. “What is it?” Aurora asked. “I know that tattoo.” I zoomed in on the image. “It’s a gang marking. The Serpent Brotherhood. They operate in the eastern territories.” “A gang? Why would a gang kidnap Isabella?” “I don’t know. But we’re about to find out.” I turned to the receptionist. “Are they in their room now?”

“Polka-dots are funky. Big ones, anyhow.” “Ha! Sorry. No polka-dots. And definitely no skulls.” Leesa smiled sweetly. “I guess you’ll just have to deal with the embarrassment of being seen with me.” Cali bent in front of her dresser and rummaged through one of the drawers. She pulled out an orange bandana adorned with big purple polka-dots and folded it into a two-inch wide band. “Tie this around your head,” she said, offering the bandana to Leesa. “It’ll give your outfit some edge, at least.”

As she finished I let go of my nose and called out to her. “Nena,I told you to be careful with sharp things.” Unlike others, Nena’s blood is quite rare. It gives off a very sweet smell that can make a vampire lose his senses. Good thing I can control myself very well. She looked back at me, “Ah! Sorry… The cutter slipped out of my hand when I was trying to cut the sticks… But I put the band-aid on immediately!” I walked to her and crouched, “Good work.” I softly patted her head, “Be careful next time.”

Three thin lines crossed a crescent moon on its surface. She reached toward the painting, then lowered her hand. “Why do I suddenly remember that ring?” Titan looked at her. “Your father wore it often.” Beside him, protectively tucked beneath his curled arm is a younger Elara, a crown of white flowers sitting gingerly on her head. And cradled against Lukan’s chest is an infant wrapped in pale blue. Mismatched eyes rendered so carefully that Maxine’s breath catches. “That’s—” “You,” Titan says softly. “The day of your naming ceremony.”

"She didn't know who the sender was, but she was told that you do." Raziel frowned before taking the paper from him. He straightened it, but what he saw made his brows to furrow even more. Lorenzo turned alert. He didn't see what was written, but he had a feeling that it was not something pleasant. The maid that gave it to him even seemed scared. The person that had given it to her must have scared her. Raziel said what was written in red, or maybe it was blood was; "BLOOD WILL RAIN."

One was black, one silver. “I had them made when you were born,” Aries said. “They’re real steel, real balance. And soon, they’ll feel like feathers in your hand.” Alex blinked several times before whispering, “Thank you… Uncle Aries.” Aurora followed, her arms carrying a softer gift. She handed him a bundle wrapped in white silk. Inside was a handcrafted training jacket—deep navy with silver lining and embroidery that mirrored the wolves of the Gamma bloodline. On the inner collar, stitched in her delicate script, was a note: