Blood Gang Bandana Novels & Stories

“Yeah. And I heard that you’re going. Any chance you could leave early and meet me back at the sorority house?” “Yes. I could.” “Great. I’ll have the floor markings done. I’ll also set up the candles.” She pauses. “I’ll also be needing droplets of your blood for the spell.” “That won’t be a problem.” “Great.” Her eyes zero in on the band on my wrist. She stares at it. Hard. “Where the hell did you get that?” “What? This?” I hold my hand up, studying the reading band. “A friend gave it to me. It helps me stay up at night whenever I wish to study.”

I muttered to himself, voice hoarse with frustration, But it seems like I’ve been banned from every blood center, every bar, every shady back alley sketchy shit I used to run through. They all heard of what I done. And What I threatened to do to the other agency owners, i mean Who wouldn't use their corpse eye socket for their own personal Cum dumpster? my vision blurred and my pulse pounding in my ears. My veins burned with a primal fury I couldn’t tame, a relentless hunger that gnawed at my insides.

" Perhaps? I have to act like I'm fine in school. I can just be sad out here. Sera's heart broke for him. This was the reality they had sought to avoid: hybrid children carrying the burden of integration and becoming symbols rather than just kids. "What's your name?" she asked. Daniel. Hey Daniel, I'm Sera. I have a bond with a vampire. Since the bond became public, I've been getting hate for it. People say I'm a traitor to my kind, that I've gone bad, and that I shouldn't be here. Does that ring a bell? "Yeah."

The only reason she was in the band was because she could play most instruments and the ex lead singer was her friend. We took a break to drink a little when three men came over, all dressed casually but in a similar style. 'You, come with us.' One said to me. I rolled my eyes and folded my arms. 'Why?' 'You don't ask questions, you do as told,' I looked at them from head to toes, looking for the symbol Duncan said all Braddock's men wear on them; either as tattoos, belts, chains, rings, wristwatch, or design. I found it; a golden lightning like a symbol of Zeus's lightning with two angel wings extending from the lightning. One had his on his wrists as a tattoo, the other as his belt's buckl

“They are friends, and if you ever get in trouble, any of them can be expected to help you. Who are your enemies?” “The Zombies, with Zombie obviously as their Alpha, and The Suns, with Sunny as their Alpha,” I reply instantly. We had gone over this yesterday, and as always, Clay checks if I remember what he told me. “Zombies have a Z tattoo on their left arm, and The Suns have a sun on their right forearm.” I pause before asking, “Why are their gangs named after themselves?” “Because Zombies have aspirations of grandeur,” Clay explains. “And with Sunny, it’s more him who is named after the gang.”

She felt an itch on her palm as she placed her hand on his, watching him closely. Gin stared at the black ring on her index finger. The moment his skin touched the band, he felt a burn, stinging him with pain. What his brother Augutus told him was right. He instantly felt the rage and power from it. It was a witch’s ring, the infamous Sadraka’s band of protection. He gently let go of her hand, quickly keeping his burned skin under the table.

“Nevertheless, I’m not part of these team—can’t you see what I’m wearing. Look at my headband. Bounty Hunters Forever!” “Oh my. Today sure is the Bounty collector’s lucky day. Like using one bird to kill two stones.” Another male voiced wearing a dark cloak, glowing bronze in one eye with the letter ‘C’ emblem below the glowing right eye while putting his hand on the young lady’s blond braided hair as she pursed her lips for she was average in height seemingly the shortest.

I winced and pulled away. "What?" I looked back at his frustrated face and pulled the blankets up to cover my nakedness. If he was going to throw his life away for me and Nick, he had a right to know. It was time I took a leap of faith. "Do you know what this is?" His eyes flashed to the band on my finger then back to my face. "It's a warding ring." "Do you know what they're used for?" "Keeping spirits away. Shades too, it's thought. Those one's in particular," he said, nodding towards my battered silver band, "are hard to come by."

then he put on a mask that is so familiar to us. My eyes went wide when a realization hits me so hard, "SCORPIONS!! you traitors!!" I scream my lungs out, that wake-up mela on my side also she's tied up. "Wha-- what oh god Scorpions!" When mela woke up she panic when she saw the director wearing a mask that we all know it's the scorpion symbol, the green and black with gold in it is a famous symbol of the Scorpion Internation Mafia syndicate.

"I am. Because you made me one, remember?" She looked defeated. Broken. The fire that had burned in the hospital wing had gone out, leaving her small and fragile and trapped. Good. That's what I wanted. So why do I hate it? I pulled the ceremonial dagger from my belt, the one used for pack oaths, and sliced my palm without flinching. Blood welled, dark and rich, and her eyes fixed on it with that strange hunger I had seen in vampires before. But different. She looked hungry and horrified at the same time, like she was fighting herself.