Blood Gang Handshake Novels & Stories

"I, Etheral, former forest rogue, swear to this." He raised his hand and lightly slashed his palm. I extended my hand to him, and he lightly cut it. The blood barely beaded to the surface because it was so shallow. In a handshake, he clasped my hand in his, and as the blood mixed, I felt the pack link merge with my mind. "Welcome to the Starblood pack, Etheral," Alpha Kalil said, his voice echoing in both the mindlink and my ears. "Thank you," I said aloud and in the mindlink.

I held out my sliced palm, offering them the payment they demanded. "Drink," I commanded, my voice low and urgent. The Shadows converged on my outstretched hand, their dark forms swirling around my palm as they lapped up the blood with an otherworldly hunger. They drank until they were sated, and then I healed the wound, the flesh closing seamlessly as if the cut had never existed.

My fingers fumble with the hem of my dress as anxiety crept through me. "This blood symbolizes my loyalty to you and the union you and I will share as we rule the pack together as equals. We will get through any hardships together like everything we do. I promise to stand with you while we protect this pack. I grant my permission on behalf the pack for you to join the Scarlet Moon Pack," he says. He takes the knife and slits his hand and lets a drop of blood flow down his hand and into the bowl. The blood swirled around in the water until it became a lightish pink color.

As we faced each other, he reached into my holster, drawing my blade—the one adorned with the Capone emblem. The blade's polished steel catching the ambient light in the room. The Capone emblem gleamed, a symbol of our family's legacy etched onto the hilt. Dad extended the knife toward me, handle-first, a silent invitation to partake in the blood pact. Our eyes locked, understanding passing between us. Without uttering a word, I took the blade from his hand. I pressed its sharp edge against the palm of my hand. The small bead of blood welled up on my palm from the shallow cut. My gaze remained fixed on the droplet, symbolizing the gravity of our commitment. Dad mirrored my actions, slicing h

I didn't know that my hunch, my demon animal instinct would be right for the next few minutes. "Fourteen souls and Diva's evil family members would be sufficient for the next few years for me. I'd be full because of them. Now let's seal our deal." "How?" Curiously, I asked. "Bite your palm and let the blood drip. I'd do the same and we shake hands. That's how the hell descendants seal the deal. It's a blood pact." "Ok then." I agreed and bite my palm until my black blood dripped. Demon Akheron did the same and he approached me to shake my hand.

He says, and stands in front of us. Gaza holds out a blade. “Hold out your hands.” Lysandra and I extend our palms. My wolf claws at my mind, he disagrees. But I push him away. This is the only way. There is no other choice. His silver eyes access us, looking for confirmation that we know what this is, and that we are sure of it. When he finds what he’s looking for, he presses the blade into our palms. Lysandra winces. But I don’t feel it. Nothing can hurt me again. The snapping of the mate bond was enough pain to last a lifetime.

"Garick... it was an ambush. A rogue Blood-born. The venom was closing her lungs, I had no time to—" "Shut up, Riheirk," Garick rumbled, his voice low and incredibly thick. The pack father reached out, his massive, calloused hand descending onto the commander's shoulder. Riheirk braced for a blow, or a violent shove. Instead, Garick’s heavy hand simply gripped his shoulder with an immense, grounding strength. Garick wasn't looking at the blood on Riheirk’s hands. He was looking directly into his oldest friend's face.

"I don’t like being cut." I was starting to get pissed off because I couldn’t take her in my pack and I was already losing my patience. "Your-fucking-hand, now!" She extended her hand, but I saw the anger in her eyes. I couldn’t care less. I wanted her in my fucking mind. I sliced her palm and I saw the dark blood pooling in her hand. It was the darkest blood I’d ever seen, but it was the least of my concern. I sliced mine and entwined our hands, mixing our blood together.