Bloods Versus Crips Novels & Stories

She says taking a seat beside drake but directing her attention at me “We are elemental witches, real witches born with true power, we don’t use blood to fuel our requests, we use what we have, some are more powerful than others, Ciara is earth and spirit but she’s only trained in earth, both myself and Vincent are spirit, earth and I’m water also, we are trained in all our abilities” “So that other witch that took the kids?” I ask her “She was a blood witch” Caron frowns at her daughter then she looks to me

I knew his words were true. The Old World Neratomay didn't trust American vampires. Yep, even in the vampire world America didn't always get respect. They thought we were young and troublesome with our high profile vampire wars and continuing battles. Wars like those between the Bloods and the Crips were actually two rival vampire factions. And of course there were those hits on notorious and high profile human blood donors who didn't die from their impossible wounds. One such case was where a famous rapper had been shot several times and still lived. That incident was heard by an Elder level tribunal, and the rapper was forced to give up his fame and live in the underground where he still t

“Back in the woods. He said… something’s taking over. He kept slamming his head into a tree. I… I left him.” Cris placed a firm hand on my shoulder. “You did what you had to.” His voice wasn’t cruel. But it wasn’t kind either. I looked down— That’s when I noticed it. There was blood on his sleeve. Not Damien’s. It was older. Darker. “Are you hurt?” I asked quietly. Cris paused, his eyes meeting mine. For a moment… they didn’t look human. “It’s not my blood,” he said simply. “Let’s get going.”

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

They had stolen the Salvatores’ highest trophy and displayed it in the shadows as absolute humiliation. A young Victor Salvatore inherited an organization teetering on the edge of ruin—and an empty space on the gallery wall that never stopped screaming for retribution. What Victor did next became a terrifying bedtime legend across the East Coast underworld: a purge brutal, artless, and devastatingly efficient at draining the blood of his enemies. Within two years, the structure that had nearly crumbled stood upright again—harder, more dominant—leaving a stain so black that time would never scrub it clean. But the Rembrandt remained missing. Victor had been too consumed with keeping his famil

The Bloods were left to clean the mess since they did not fight in the battle. The moons and bloods had done as I instructed and captured some witches who looked frightened. Some of them were crying, while others were a bit relieved, and I wondered who sent them to war. We headed towards the packhouse, and I asked them to keep the new pack in a hall for questioning and processing.

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Just before she stepped on the lift leaving them shock, Alessia didn’t let herself pretend anymore and just leaned on the wall while staring blankly at the ceiling, eyes were filling with tears and heart were overwhelming with sadness, anger and disappointment. She just lost her boyfriend and friend at the same time with one fucking reason. She can’t just tell herself that it’s okay, because it’s clearly not! “Why do the world is so fucking cruel to me...” Alessia cried and sobbed as she let herself sink on the floor, hugging her knees and letting all her tears fall.

The boy stumbled back to his previous position the moment he was freed from Silas's grip. Silas lowered his head, letting out a contented sigh. “He offered his blood willingly. Any would be glad to serve me in any capacity. Also, we all know that human blood is sweeter than that of vampires. My blood mate acknowledges her own insufficiency in that regard, so she is untroubled by this,” Silas justified haughtily.