Blood Gang Signs Tutorial Novels & Stories

I dip my fingers in the bowl and mark each man's forehead with thick ash blood; they flinch but remain still. "By fire born of grief and by ash made of truth, you are now bound" I take a hot coal from the fire and press it against their chests, making it hiss while the sigils I carved earlier light up in bright orange before getting absorbed into their skin. Greg clenches his jaw while Broth huffs and Ruga growls, nearly breaking loose. "Say the words" I grab his throat. He shoots me a furious look, his eyes filled with anger and sadness, and I say it again. "Say it or you'll burn from the inside."

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.

JACE W. -*- Blood floods my mouth, thick and metallic, clinging to my tongue. Claws tear into my neck and shoulders, but I ignore the pain, my teeth sinking deeper into my opponent's throat. I don't stop until my canines scrape against bone. A sickening gargle bubbles from his bloodied maw as I wrench myself free, leaving a gaping wound in my wake. His body convulses, collapsing into the growing crimson pool beneath him. I release my grip, already scanning the battlefield for my next target.

All I have to do based on what Keyla told me was to give some drops of my blood. I cut out a hand open using a knife from her choice, the bleed some drops of blood. The moment the few drops chouses the ground, they extend to be more than just a few drops. The blood on the ground shape makes a sign that I've never seen before, the mark surrounded the candles and the pool.

He nodded and scribbled down the fifth clause in the contract, after which he signed and gave it to her to sign. As she signed her signature, she saw him pull out a jack-knife from his waistband, one she hadn't noticed before. He put the pointed edge to the tip of his thumb and pressed, blood pulled on his finger. He retrieved the contract from her and pressed the blood on the paper beside his signature as a seal. "I understand signatures are enough binds on a contract in your world. However, in my world blood seals are more binding and eternal," he explained as he handed the contract back to her.

Whose blood? My blood? Someone else's? I clenched my jaw, refusing to show hesitation or weakness. Lucas gestured toward a black bowl on the podium. Inside was a small white cloth with the Iron Vibe’s emblem, a coiled viper. “Hope you are not squeamish,” Lucas joked, and I resisted the urge to glare at him. “You must mark yourself and let the blood fall on the crest,” he continued with his serious voice. “It's a show of commitment and sacrifice and being bonded by blood. We are your brothers now.”

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.

Despite everything, Sera huffed a nervous laugh, the tiniest bit of tension easing. Alaric stepped forward, more composed now but still careful to keep his distance. His voice was firm, measured. “Listen closely. When you cut yourself, don’t fight the flow. Guide it. Blood is stubborn, but it’s yours. If you will it to remain, it will remain.”

“It’s about the child of prophecy.” A chill seeps into my bones, and my fists clench at my sides. The silence in the room seems to thicken. “What about it?” “The child of prophecy is a male,” Gaza replies. “Born of royal blood, and can be identified by the colour of his hair.” My neck tilts. “Hair colour? What’s the colour?” He straightens, eyes burning a strange orange colour before returning to its normal amber. “White.” A sharp inhale sounds.

Thick black blood, poisoned with silver, spilled out. "I see it," he muttered, concentrating. My stomach turned at the smell of burnt flesh and blood, but I held onto Zephyr's hand. "Hold on, Alpha," Garrett said faintly, twisting the knife in the wound. "Almost… there…" The veins in Zephyr's neck stood out as his teeth dug deeper into the belt, ripping it apart. His green eyes changed to red, his claws starting to grow out, scratching me in the process, but I didn't mind.