Blood Gang Handshake Novels & Stories

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

They looked achingly familiar. When I reached him, he took my hand without ceremony, turned it palm-up, and cut it with a slash. I hissed in pain. He cut his own palm and clasped my hands together,m. The sting made my eyes water. “Blood to blood,” the officiant intoned. “Life to life. Until death do you part.” The room answered with a low chorus of “Salute.” There was no kissing. So he didn't choke on peanut butter and die. I belonged to him now with no way out. Don Salvatore released my hand and looked at me in an assessing way.

“Yes! That is what I am talking about,pow pow pow!” Jace said in excitement,the twins were celebrating too although they were terrified by the sight of blood on the floor. “I got my hand stained with the blood of a low life”. Antonio lamented staring at his hand as if it was damaged. “Thank…thank you”. Angela's voice muttered in front of him. “It was a business transaction, Freckles,it's your turn now”. He smirked. Jace rushed to him, almost knocking Angela out of the way in excitement.

Dad gets the blade first and slits it across his hand, making a cut. Ashleigh releases one of her hands from mine and holds it out in front of dad, offering her own blood as a sacrifice. Dad pulls the blade across her hand, making the same identical cut as his before grabbing her hand in his and joining her to the pack. Their blood mixes as he holds her hand. I feel the surge of power pour over me and our pack members for something that we haven’t had in years. A missing piece that we never knew was so important.

Ava took a step back, her heart hammering against her ribs. “Unite… what does that mean? What happens to me?” Velkharon’s gaze never wavered. “When the dusk meets the twin blood fully—vampire and wolf—you will either bring balance… or burn everything.” The room fell into stunned silence. Achi’s hand found hers, gripping tightly. “She’s not ready for that.” “None of you are,” Velkharon replied. “But time no longer waits.”

Not that I care. I hold out my left hand for a shake. He stares at my hand in confusion and then shakes it begrudgingly. In one quick, fluid motion, I tighten my grip on his hand, turn his hand over and with my right hand, slice the pad of his thumb with my blade. I then quickly press his thumb down onto the card leaving a bloody thumbprint behind.

The men in the crowd nodded, murmuring approval. Dante reached for her hand. She flinched before she could stop herself, but he didn’t let go. His grip was steady, unyielding. With a single motion, he pricked her finger with the knife. The sting was sharp, sudden, and a bead of blood welled up against her pale skin. She screamed and tried to single her hand away but he held tightly. Gasps rose from the women, low chuckles from the men. The priest spoke again, this time louder, the words rolling like thunder. Rose heard ‘sangue’ again. Blood.

"I won't let that happen! It's my house, you bastard! You can't just take what's mine!" I backhanded Ryan so hard he spun around. "You'd better shut your mouth this instant! You don't get a say in this! That suit, that gold watch—every bit of it was bought with my blood and sweat. I'll strip you bare right here if you say another word!" Ryan held his stinging cheek. He choked back his insults the moment he saw the vodka dripping from the bottle in my hand. Dahlia's hand was shaking as she signed and left her thumbprint. Jasmine was still retching, so I seized her hand and forced her thumbprint onto the agreement.

The elder said putting down the book and picking up the knife, such an arrangement I didn’t like that much but knew it had to be done. Holding out our hands, a single slice is first placed upon Alban’s palm before it turned to me, the blade sliced along my skin sharply allowing a little pain to spread through and blood begin to drop from the wound. Now with our bleeding hands, we walk closer interlocking our fingers, our bloods now mixing with one another whilst the elder, holding a white silk ribbon which represented purity and the pack, wrapped the ribbon around our interlocked hands tightly tying it so our hands were pressed together ever so tightly.

The blood spray doesn't reach my mother who looked like she still wasn't aware of her surroundings. He sighs satisfactorily and wipes the blood on his face creating a smear and making him look more like the monster that he is. He bends down again and hacks off my father's right thumb, dips it in blood that pools at his feet from the gash at my father's neck and snaps his hand to no one in particular.