Blood Gang Handshake Novels & Stories

They are things of nightmares, quite literally. I extend my claws and pick up the necklace and move towards Carla and take her hand, slicing her palm as she hisses as I open her palm more, letting the blood pool when I do the same with my palm. After all, Nic and I share the same blood. I place the necklace in her cut palm, covering the pendant with her blood, before I do the same with mine. Holding the pendant in my hand, I close my eyes and chant.

he whispered. "Before the night ends,” I countered, “I wonder if your blood will be on my lips. Amber, check each person's hands." Whoever invited Amon would have a cut on their hand, symbolizing the blood pack—there’s no way it’d heal already. Amber checked the hands of each person and stopped as she approached Godfrey. He looked at her and smiled, then held his out and turned his palms outward. Amber meticulously examined Godfrey's hand. Sweat began to pour down my forehead. I sensed Godfrey was the one who invited Amon into my home, and I couldn't wait until he was found guilty.

The door to the driver's side comes open, and Griffin slides his muscular body into it. He rolled his sleeves at some point, I can't see the python tattoo on his forearm. It's a gang sign. I've seen that somewhere. My mind goes blank for a minute, then another image comes in, but it's the same blurry hand with the ring. There's one difference, the ring has a python design instead of the octopus. "Anastasia." The image clears, and Griffin is holding a cup of mint chocolate chip ice cream to my face. "Thanks." I accepted the ice cream. I don't care what anyone says, mint is a good flavor. Maybe even the best flavor out there.

The invisible chain tightened around my heart, and I gasped. Ronan's golden eyes gleamed with satisfaction. He released my bleeding hand and raised both arms to the crowd, his own blood still dripping from his palm. The pack howled their approval, their voices merging into a single primal scream that shook the very air. I remained on my knees, staring at my hand. The cut wasn't deep—a ceremonial wound, meant to symbolize unity—but it burned like fire. Or maybe that was the bond. Maybe that was the chain wrapping itself around my soul, anchoring me to this monster.

She then gestures Andrei’s and Sabrina’s hand that is bathed with blood to join and clasp together. As Andrei and Sabrina stood before the altar, their hands trembling with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation, an unspoken understanding passed between them. They instinctively joined their wounded palms together, allowing the mingling of their blood to create a bridge between their souls. In that instant, a surge of ethereal energy surged forth, a radiant glow barely perceptible to the onlookers, yet tangible enough to stir their hearts.

I feel her eyes on me and that's when I come out of my thoughts . Hardening my eyes at her. "I am giving you our mindlink. We will communicate using it, while you are out in the hunters territory." She stares at our hands, still not saying anything. And I pick up a knife. Slicing my wrist first, to be followed by hers. She doesn't flinch as I expected her to , letting me do it without any struggle. Placing my wrist on top of hers, I let our blood to intermingle. Feeling the warmth of her red liquid mixing in mine.The transfusion continues for few seconds, to only have me pull back my hand.

His name, though, sounded hot and scary. The wound suddenly became hot, and I wanted to pull it back, but his grip tightened as he maintained eye contact with me. I now realized what he was doing— he was making a blood pact. Once he let my hand go, I checked my palm. The cut was gone. Healed. “What was that all about?” Welcome to the Night Stalker pack. “What the hell?” My eyes went wide. “Don’t yell.” The link was cut off. “We only use it in case of emergency.”

He was covered in blood, the red tainting the grey colour of his hair. “Who are you?” I trembled in fear. “You know me, Silver. You have been looking for me,” he grabbed a napkin from the counter and cleaned the blood off his hand. He extended his hand for a handshake, grinning blissfully. “I'm Variant Khang, it's a pleasure,”

When he saw me, he paused. “Mr Hanson! I’m pleased to see you.” I walked over with my hand extended. To be honest, I had no idea how to show this man respect. He probably deserved more from me than an outstretched hand, but considering how he carried himself—like a youngster without any care in the world—it was hard to not go overboard. Gregory seemed to be hit by realization before he switched his wine glass to the left hand and took my hand in a shake. “Anna Vendel? Wait, you were supposed to come today? Why wasn’t I reminded?”

We stood a foot from each other while she was holding my hand. “This is irrevocable.” He whispered making me gulp the lump in my throat. “I understand.” He turned around and I watched him leave; he returned with two goblets and handed them to me. The nail on his thumb grew and he used it to slit his wrist. He let his blood drop in both goblets. He took the two goblets from me. “Do the same.” I slit my wrist too and poured blood into both goblets. He handed me the other one, I held the cup using my left hand while my right was holding his hand.