Blood Gang Handshake Novels & Stories

His blood-stained face was ferocious, and he lifted his palm as he aimed at Heidi. "Go to hell! Blood Devouring Palm!" Bang! The bulge on his palm instantly exploded, and blood surged out uncontrollably. Under everyone's surprised gaze, it formed a massive, bloody, and frightening palm with crooked fingers. Then, as if it were the demon's hand, it swept at Heidi.

Is this how he planned to help me? As soon as she walks off, his hand grips my thigh making me gasp and tense as my eyes dart to the others. They’re paying us no mind, pretty much dry humping each other beside us. My gaze lingers on them as I watch Hendrix feed Celine his own blood. “What are they doing?” “Sharing blood. Does it intrigue you?” “Maybe,” I answer truthfully. “We feed from humans and sometimes in turn provide our own blood as it possess healing powers.”

"I love you so much, Fenrir." "I love you too," he replied, holding my hand tightly and not letting go. The elder cleared his throat, proceeding with the ceremony. Romeo stepped forward and opened the box, revealing a silver knife, two emerald rings, and a tiara. The elder picked up the knife and raised it. "We shall now begin the blood bonding. Please extend your palms," he requested. Fenrir extended his palm, and the elder made a small incision without a flinch. When it was my turn, I bit my lower lip as the knife made contact with my palm. "Please join your palms together," the elder said, and we did as instructed.

Her hand was stained crimson in an instant. "Blood…"

I’m a spark dancing close to a pool of gasoline. The coppery smell of blood wafts past my nose, and I realize it's my own. I flex my hands open and see four identical crescents on each palm with blood trickling out. I wipe my hands against my jeans, the dark red liquid leaving marks across the light-faded denim. “What do you want to do boss” Grayson was the first to break the silence.

In this world and in this existence, forever and beyond, we will be together. "I remember, yes." The girl fiddles with her hair. "But why are you asking me this?" "The pact we made was a little different than the ones usually attributed to demons." "What do you mean by that?" "After the pact, I made a scratch on your hand and mine." Shandra looks at her own palm, but there is not even a scar where a light wound should be. Julian mutters: "Idiot." Sam ignores the redhead as he continues explaining: "We bonded our blood by intertwining our hands, and then you dripped that blood on the locket."

It smelt like blood and something else. I watched as a tall dark skinned man walked towards me,his face was stern and his lips was pursed as he regarded me. He walked into the room and the scent of blood emanated from him.Unable to back down, I dropped the glass on the floor and stood, wincing in pain as my lungs burned and my unhealed stab wound protested with my sudden movement. There was an awkward pause before the man stretched out his hand in a handshake. "Hi,the name's Santir"his deep voice spoke gripping my hand in a firm and rough handshake.

A massive vampire stepped into the ring, cracking his knuckles. “Ready for a round?” he asked, raising his gloves. Hunter nodded, stepping in. The guy wiped the floor with him, though Hunter managed to land a couple of decent hits. “Not bad,” the vampire said after the bell rang. “But you’re too pissed off to focus. Loosen up.” He stepped out of the ring, then suddenly cut in front of Hunter as he was leaving. “Name’s Han,” he said, wiping sweat off his brow. “Throwing a party this Saturday. Exclusive, if you catch my drift. You look like you could use, some fun.” He extended his hand, and Hunter reluctantly handed over his phone.

I hold his waist dearly, my hands shaking. After the introduction ceremony, we perform a blood ritual in which we slice our palms and join them, allowing our blood to mix. I wince at the cut, but Nicholas doesn't. His face is stoic, and his eyes are fixed on me. I feel at ease under his penetrating gaze.

Her expression was dead serious. I raised my palm and was about to make the cut, when she spoke up, “You are going to make a blood pact. If you ever go back on your promise, you will suffer with symptoms that will make your life worse than a living hell.” I shrugged and made a deep cut right across my right palm. “I don’t intend on breaking the promise. So, I guess it doesn’t matter.” Uncle Alex took the dagger from me and slit his left hand before pressing his palm to mine. Lima clasped our joined hands and her lips quivered as if she were chanting something.