Blood Gang Handshake Novels & Stories

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.

Though what followed next is what I had no idea about because each pack's initiation ceremony differed when it came to the blood bond initiation ceremony. Take for instance, the moonstone pack where I hailed from had its Alpha, cut his hand and then cut Luna's hand, handshake one another, mixing each other's blood cementing their bond. That is if Luna is from another pack... But all the above was unnecessary if they both hailed from the same pack. He stepped closer to me, invading my personal space, and stared at me with a solemn face. "I know you hate me…but I'm kindly asking if we both walked together hand in hand to show unity amongst the two of us."

I looked down at the knife and slowly took his from his hand. Come on, come on, come on. As quick as I could, I slipped the knife in between my palm and blood poured out inside the bowl. “Give me your hand.” I heard him say as he stretched his bloody hand. “What if you have STD?” A snort came from his lips, only making my glare to deepen. “You’re clean, just how I am. Now, your hand Skylar.” I did as he said and put my bloody hand on his. The second our hand connected, the surrounding fire only increased.

Chu Xun made a palm print, with which he was about to slap Lei Gang. Demon-slaughtering Hand. Nirodha! The huge hand made up of True Energy covered the sky and fell down. The air was twisting and exploding. Boom! When the huge hand hit Lei Gang, the dust immediately spread like waves and the cracks on the ground spread. The dust was gone, and a huge palm print had fallen into the ground, which was very clear. A person was standing in the palm print. It was Lei Gang. He was unscathed and his face was full of disdain.

"And tonight, the world will see it." "They'll see exactly what you want them to see, Laredo," I said, my voice as steady as the tide. He turned me around, his thumb grazing the signet ring. He didn't recognize it. To him, it was just a piece of jewelry I’d picked out. He didn't know I was wearing our shared blood like a noose. "Let’s go down," he said, offering his arm. "Your mother is waiting to begin the performance." The grand foyer was a sea of black ties and designer silk. The air was thick with the scent of lilies and expensive gin. As we descended the sweeping marble staircase—the very marble my mother had traded my soul for—the room fell silent.

He’s holding a knife, and he hands it to me. “We need blood,” he says. “It’s our only chance at fighting them.” He shows me his own bloody palm. I nod. There’s no room to hesitate. Not now. I cut my palm and hold it face up, catching the moonlight in my hand. I see it glint off the blood that pools there. Then I thrust my other hand forward. My shield becomes a battering ram. It knocks a handful of Moon Drinkers back off their feet. Okay. Maybe we have a chance.

“Shit, there was something I forgot. Josie, are you ready to be sworn into our pack? I don’t want to leave you without a link to both Garrett and I?” “I didn’t think about that either. I am.” “Ok Garrett, you know what to what to do.” Garrett pulled a knife out and cut each of their hand placing a few drips of their blood in a cup. “Baby, I am going to do the same thing to you as Ethan says the words.” I nodded my head.

I roll my neck, spit blood from where I’ve already bitten my tongue, and grin like the lunatic they all know I am. “Clock starts on the first punch,” Ghost calls from the sidelines, voice flat. “Fifteen minutes or until you stay down. Your choice.” I spread my arms wide, inviting them. “Come on then, brothers. Let’s dance.” Knox moves first, because of course he does. He’s my blood, and blood always hits hardest. His fist slams into my ribs with a sound like splitting wood. Air explodes from my lungs and I stagger, but I laugh. wet, ragged, insane, and swing back wild, catching him across the jaw. He barely flinches.

I replied, causing some people to giggle in the audience. “Close enough,” Sam chuckled. Ford smiled at me, “and you do promise to love me forever?” “I do.” I smiled back as the audience awed and oooed. Ford cut his hand and then mine, and we joined hands to do that whole blood thing, which has all been explained to me, but I still find odd. I mean, how many people do alphas have to exchange blood with? Is that even sanitary?

Behind me, the room was silent. "I cannot choose," I said softly, but in the breathless stillness my words carried. "You each own part of me that I cannot reclaim." I turned my palms upward. "My blood, freely given, is all I have left to offer. Will you share it?" I extended my hand. After an endless moment, Scar moved first, pulling a dagger from his belt. He drew the blade across his palm and clasped my hand tightly. Blood mingled. Hunter silently grasped my other hand and repeated the gesture. Lastly Frost took the dagger and cut his own palm, pressing it to mine.