Blood Gang Handshake Novels & Stories

“In the Crimson Blood Pack, deals are sealed differently. We shake hands, roll our thumbs over each other three times, and press them together.” Anana blinked. “That’s it?” “That’s it,” Ira said with a sly smile. Eagerly, Anana reached again. Their hands met, thumbs rolling once… twice… three times… and then… Zap! A sharp jolt of electricity shot through Anana’s thumb and into her arm. “Ahhh!” she screamed, yanking her hand back in shock. Ira only smirked. Breathing hard, Anana stared at her hand, then at Ira. “What was that?!”

Gunnar looked at his hands, his eyes clearing from the violet-gold fire back to a humbled, human grey. "I... I forgot how much the hunger hurts," Gunnar whispered. "The hunger only hurts when you try to eat the world alone," I said, offering him my hand. He took it. And in that moment, the New Pack-Law was born—not in a code or a contract, but in a Handshake.

as I spoke, I sliced my hand open and squeezed blood into the bowl in between us. I wiped my blood off the knife and handed it to Damon. He sliced his hand and squeezed his blood into the bowl with mine, "I, Damon Williams, accept to be a part of the pack. I will care, love, respect and protect the pack with my life" he replied and then cleaned the blood off of the knife and handed it back to Elijah.

Bulldozer’s face darkened in an instant; he felt that he had been greatly disrespected. The next moment, he charged right at Harvey. At the same time, his hands were blood red, with a foul stench coming from them. These were the legendary Bloodshot Hands. People who got hit by them would be infected immediately; the excruciating pain would immobilize anyone instantly. Naturally, Bulldozer wanted to show his strength to Harvey and make Harvey understand just how much stronger he was compared to him. He wanted to teach Harvey a lesson! Right as Bulldozer’s palm was about to hit Harvey…

Blood dripped off of his fingers. Shana rushed over to him. "I'm fine," said Dennis softly. She grabbed a napkin and pressed it to his injured hand. "Let me see that," said Shana calmly. "You will go eventually, "said Dennis as he looked up at Shana sadly. "What's happening?" asked Shana frantically wiping the blood off of his hand. "It's nothing, really" replied Dennis placing the bloody hand under the sink. Shana shook her head stubbornly. "Don't give me that shit" muttered Dennis frustrated as he turned to face her.

Hanzo throat, her each knife sharp finger nail brutally pulled away his entire neck skin revealing his dripping crimson blood and veins…… Jasmine POV: ‘This was horrible’ I thought but dared not to budge my eyes away from her Elena’s Ghoul spirit was engrossed with anger because she kept on slashing more and more skin, vein of Mr. Hanzo neck and at last she furiously pulled out his entire neck bone… his throat… ‘THuBAK……’ Mr. Hanzo fell down on his knees with loud sound as his terrified wide eyes remained glued at Elena’s ugly ghoul face

He smirked, his hand trailing all over my skin setting a burning fire within me. “Maybe I don't need any protection from you.” I say and his smirk grew and his eyes widened and withdrew his hands from me. “Smart answer.” He says, biting his thumb so he bleeds before quickly stamping his bloody thumbprint on the contract. “A contract bonded by blood. Your turn.” He said, requesting my hand and then he pricked my thumb. Bright red blood rushed and I stamped on the contract besides his own bloody stamp. I winced at the pain as excessive blood began to rush from my thumb. Was this a bad omen or a sign that this was eventually going to end up in blood.

The tradition was clear: a small cut on each of their palms, a mingling of blood that symbolized the merging of their lives, their fates, their responsibilities. Damien took the knife first, making a shallow cut across his palm without hesitation. His eyes never wavered from Elena as he handed the knife to her. She took it with steady hands, mirroring his actions. A drop of blood glistened on her palm, and when she held her hand out to him, he took it, their blood mixing as their fingers intertwined. A soft gasp rose from the crowd as the bond between them solidified, not just the physical connection, but the spiritual one. A surge of power rippled through the air, as if the very land they s

Into his trust. “Do we have an understanding, Lia?” he asked, emphasizing the false name. “Yes,” she forced out, the word tasting like surrender. “Start tomorrow. Be here at eight.” He turned his back, a dismissal. As she reached the door, his voice stopped her again. “And Lia? Clean your knuckles. The blood under your fingernails is too careful. Too clean. Real blood stays for days.”

While doing so the metal makes their bones tense. Finally, the edges of the weapons find a spot on the pair of palms where there is no scar, not yet. Both Lance and Gardax’s eyes meet and they nod to one another. Slice. The rending and tearing of their flash surfaces from the hands. Salavanta shows a whence of pain in her facial features and eyes but there is nothing that comes from Vados. At the same time, Lance and Gardax shove the knives into the bar. Both of the handles face each other. Both hands gush with the blood but they are quick to make the blood oath exchange known as an accord. The wounded hands slam into one another and their blood mixes together within the collusion but also s