Novel & Cerita Blood Gang Handshake

With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness. A few blocks away from the building a young gorgeous lady is waiting for her bus ride back home. She sat by the bench underneath a semi-parabolic dome listening to Spotify. Engrossed in what she is doing, the lady is unaware of the creature silently flying above her. Smelling the scent of fresh teenage blood, Sarah ejected her long pointed tongue that punctured the synthetic dome and hit her prey on her nape. She then commenced sucking her blood as the victim struggled to set herself free. This time the girl was ready. With a sharp hunting knife in hand, she slashed at the tongue which caused it to be disengaged from he

There was also a small knife with a golden handle that was placed on a small round table. The Alphas brought her to the table as the Don carefully drew the knife. He brought the knife to his palm and slit it using it. Blood gushed out of his hand as he handled the knife to his daughter. Tiffany did the same thing and both of them now had a bloody hand. The don stretched his palm and they shook hands. This was called a blood compact; the first part of the initiation. "Take off your cloak," her father said in a solemn voice. "And kneel.”

Her entire arm turned black already and the black veins reached her neck. A mini-scythe appeared on Grip’s free hand. He slit his wrist where his mark was located. His blood dripped and a drop fell beneath us. It rippled in my ears so clear and vivid like dripping water in a faucet. The place suddenly illuminated washing away darkness lingering on Gugu.

His other hand ripped the buttons off my shirt, revealing the brand on my cleavage. “What? Are we in a mutual slavery agreement with my brand on you and yours on mine?” He cocked a brow. I pouted, pretending to be deep in thoughts. “No. It’s give and take. More like a business agreement. So…” I reached out for his cane and twisted its head to unsheathe the dagger. I cut my wrist, not deep, but enough for blood to flow down the fine cut line. He gulped hard, clenching jaws. Madness drained into his eyes, glowing redder as my blood dripped on the ice floor. Without a second’s delay, he almost slammed his lips against my wrist, gobbling up my blood as though he had been thirsty for ages.

“He’s a witch and wolf hybrid like yourself.” I perked up at that and extended my hand. Gunner stared down at it for a second, then he straightened to his full height and wrapped his fingers around mine with bruising strength. My inner wolf’s hackles rose, and I put a little more strength into squeezing Gunner’s palm. He growled in response and a spark of magic shot from his palm and up my arm. I yelped and tried to break the handshake, but he wouldn’t let go. Irritation burned through me. He wanted to play some macho bullshit game? I would oblige.

He held out his hand. “But we need this in less than a week.” “A week? Come on Stanley.” “Final hearing is six days away, I really need this.” He looked at me, took a deep breath and said, “For brotherhood.” And then stretched his hand fir a shake. I took it, my hand steady. “For brotherhood.” The handshake lasted for some moments and the air between us was thickened with the understanding that once we started, there was no walking back.

I asked, and when he started crying without replying to me, I grabbed his hair and ordered, "Fucking answer me." "Ye...yes..." "Remind me again of the procedure to dedicate yourself to the gang?" I was as calm as ice. Dealing with traitors personally gave me inner peace. "I... I had to cut the thumb of my right hand and use that blood to put my fingerprint on the contract to dedicate myself to the...gang..." Meris managed to say. "Excellent." I cut off his index finger next. "Now, watch me cut each finger of yours one by one."

They cut my other hand, and Iet a few drops of blood on a little chalice, my brother too did Same and finally Yaroslav did it representing the Bratva, symbolizing our union and forgiveness of the mafia using the twins Vladimir and the loyalty professed when the chalice is set on fire. Then comes the major ceremony, with a knife forged in silver, Kristen Black cuts my palm with the silver knife letting the blood fall into a golden chalice that she holds, then she repeats the process with her children, her brother, and her sister-in-law, and ends with her. We all took a drink of the blood that was merged and it's done. Aunty Kristen speaks again my family, and my organization, I present to you

For a moment, I contemplated murder. “Say yes!” Someone shouted and the others followed. “Say yes, say yes!” I felt the pressure in my bones, they were singing in my ears and I gave up. “Yes.” My voice sounded lower than usual. “Louder!” Someone asked. “I SAID FUCKING YES!” I snapped and Mr Montgomery put the ring on my finger before stand standing up. Then, pulled me into his arms and brought his mouth near my ear.

I hold my hand palm up to Xavier; he frowns when I murmur. “Cut my palm and do the same to Tyler.” He slides the blade across my palm, then does the same to Tyler. I smile, taking Tyler's hand in mine; when our blood mingles, a sense of belonging runs through my veins, and I whisper. “With this blood oath, I vow I will always fight by your side Tyler.” Tyler smirks as he whispers the words back to me. “With this blood oath, I vow I will always fight by your side Lisha.”