Bloods Versus Crips Novels & Stories

Owen gasped, eyes wide, hands clawing at Cris’s wrist but Cris’s grip only tightened. His fangs slid down, gleaming in the faint torchlight. His eyes burned a deep, feral red. “You listen to me,” Cris growled, voice low and venomous. “If you ever come near me again… if you so much as whisper my name with that filth on your tongue, I’ll tear your throat out and feed it to the dogs.” Owen’s face flushed, the edges of his vision blurring. Cris leaned in closer, his breath brushing Owen’s ear. “And that’s me being merciful.”

It sloshed around until it filled to the top. Veronica removed the needle and the smell of her blood wafted up to me. I was still in my demon form! Shit! My bloodlust started to come out as my eyes instantly went to the spot where a drop of blood seeped out over her fair skin. My throat started to burn and itch as it began to crave for blood. I gulped and forced my eyes to look away. After the second vial was full, it felt like pure torture. Veronica bandaged up Arisa, stopping the bleeding but it was too late. The smell of blood filled the room.

he said his eyes bloodshot and filled with resentment. “It will be fun.” He said as he laughed again. I gazed at him and moved my hand and slapped him on his cheek. He stopped laughing and moved his hand on his cheek. He gazed at his hand at the blood that trickled from the blow of the cuffs on my hands. He smirked at me as his cold eyes held mine. “How dare you..” he said as he gritted his teeth. Suddenly I felt a searing pain on my back. I cried in agony as I gazed at Claus. He smirked at me, his left hand holding a whip that I never saw him have it in the first place.

Drina’s POV I met Sofia Cruz on a Tuesday morning, and from the first second, I knew she did not like me. She did not bother to hide it. Some people smile before they stab you. Sofia did not even smile. She looked at me the way one looks at a problem that should not exist. “So this is her,” she said, standing up from her chair slowly. Her voice was calm, sharp, and cold. “The thief who decided not to run.” I folded my arms and met her eyes. “And you must be Sofia. Dino’s brain.”

She ignored my texts. "Oh. That." Veronica mumbles as she turns to the sink. She brushes her hair over her shoulder as she rolls the arms of her cardigan to wash her hands. I notice the red marks on her wrists as she drops her hands. They’re almost faded, but they’re still noticeable and I meet her eyes in the mirror. "Something happened?" I ask, and she ducks her head as she removes her hands and rolls down the sleeves. She turns to me. "No. Why would you ask that?"

“Then, in the middle of the fourth century, the Fangs with clear blood came for the first time from across the notorious Sea of ​​Death. The Red People were even more worried, because their name seemed not much different from the Bats. However, the Fangs were only ‘fanged’. They do not consume blood. They are like humans in general; they are just as strong as the Bats. “The Fangs were helping the Reds, even though they were not as many as expected. Years passed and the Order of Security was back on its way again with the help of the Fangs, eradicating a growing number of Bats. Entering the fifth century, after years of discussing and arguing about how they would solve this problem, the Reds

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.