Blood Gang Handshake Novels & Stories

Ironic. The thought dragged a dry, humorless laugh from my throat. It echoed in the sterile silence of my office, a place that smelled of lemon polish and an underlying decay. My vision was now swimming on the edge of a crimson haze, each blink more laborious than the last. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I curled them into fists, nails digging into my palms—useless pain that did nothing to steady me. Then it hit me: Bloodmatch. The name pressed against my consciousness like a shadow that refused to lift, a curse and a promise all at once—dangerous, illicit, irresistibly seductive.

Miguel couldn't believe this was happening, he had hoped it would be just him and his father when it would eventually happen but he wasn't planning on missing this opportunity. He got up on his feet alongside Enzo, Lombardi reached into his pocket and brought out a pocket knife. He stretched his hand out and sliced a straight line into his palm, he handed the knife to Miguel and Miguel did the same. Lombardi and Miguel shook hands immediately, Forming a blood bond. Lombardi then handed the knife to Enzo, who repeated the process, shaking hands with Lombardi and then Miguel. The three of them stood there, their hands clasped together, their eyes locked on each other.

She observes the unbreakable union they have forged, knowing that their willingness to trust one another with their own blood is a testament to the strength of their bond. The Priestess then signs for them to clasp hands. In a solemn moment, Joe and Bryan face each other and clasp their left hands together, their torn palms connecting. This act symbolizes their unwavering dedication to building a pod together and protecting it as blood brothers. As their blood mingles in their palms, a profound connection forms in their minds. They glimpse each other's dreams, hopes, and emotions, strengthening their bond. This ceremony solidifies their dedication to one another and their shared responsibili

However, since Eric is the eldest of all the brothers, he will be the one who will initiate this ceremony. Prospects carry a large metal bowl into the center as Eric comes forward. He extends his palm, and Daniel places a dagger on it. He shows me his neck, and then he slices his palm and lets the blood drop into the bowl. After he steps back, Daniel takes his place, but instead of a dagger, he extends his claw and cuts his other palm and dropping his blood into the bowl. One by one, every wolf repeats the same thing, and once everyone is done, I step forward and cut my own hand, mixing my blood with my brothers.

I did not want to tell him that…it was much too embarrassing. "You cut yourself," he said, turning my hand to get a better view of the horizontal cuts that was seeping with blood. "Um, yeah it's fine. I'll just rinse it off." Before I could turn on the tap, he grabbed my hand and pulled it slowly to his lips. Gently, he kissed the bloody finger. "This…is a blood pact." My chest constricted.

We could communicate and be linked together. Slowly, I brought my palm up and bit down as well. The sharp pain brought something to life in me that I wasn’t fully understanding. Waylon started muttering something in Latin that I didn’t understand. Holding his palm out to me, I placed my hand on top of his. The moment our blood touched, it sent a shock wave through me. “Do you, Hailey Mertens, accept this blood pack on your own free will?” “I-I do.” I said. It was weird him using my childhood name.

Something worse. He nodded at my hoodie. “You’re leaking crimson, gatita (kitten).” I glanced down. A red stain bloomed where Freddy had clawed my ribs. “It’s nothing.” “Nothing’s still something.” He handed me a bandana—black, smelling of motor oil. “Wrap it.” “Why? You collecting favors?” He paused, voice like gravel, “Favors rot. Bloodstains don’t.” I snort out, “Poetic. You moonlight as a funeral director?”

“What are you planning? You might as well let me in on it because I am not leaving.” He looked at me long and hard. “Give me your hand.” I looked at him confused but I gave him my hand anyway. He cut my hand in the middle with his claw then did the same with his. He then joined our hands and I felt the connection between us grow. He just did a blood ceremony with me making me a member of the pack. “This is not how I wanted to do this, I wanted it to be in front of the whole pack, but we don’t have that time now. If you are going to be in on the plan you need to be able to mind link.”

Raven was standing so close now that Kim could see her smile behind the veil. "Then it shall be done. Sealed in blood." Raven tightened her hold on Kims hand and then used one of her sharp nails to pierce the skin. Blood surfaced in Kim's palm; Raven repeated it with her own and then clasped their hands together in a tight blood handshake. Kim tried to pull away but it was like she was glued to Ravens hand.

The sight of the black blood on Gina’s palm felt like a heavy stone dropping into the quiet dark of the room. The crackling wood in the fireplace threw long, dancing shadows across the stone walls, making the dark liquid on her skin look like a stain of pure ink. Gina’s breath hitched in her throat. She closed her hand tightly, curling her fingers into a fist before Gabriel could look down and see what she had coughed up.