Bloods Versus Crips Novels & Stories

Rough hands shoved me into the stone wall, the impact ripping the air from my lungs. Claws raked across my arm, burning hot. I cried out, my necklace flaring with light as blood welled against her skin. Becca’s laugh was cruel, sharp. “Guess the freak bleeds like the rest of us.” The pain was white-hot, but deeper than that—something inside me stirred, a dangerous swell of power threatening to burst free.My vision blurred. I could hear the pulsing of blood.

The previous night, after being shockingly stabbed by a machete, Ben was left gasping for air and bleeding heavily. How could he have underestimated that b****** Mapulanga? He cussed himself. He had never being this stupid. If only he could be given a chance to kill that fool, he would but looking at how things stood, he would be dead in a few minutes if the blood flow wouldn’t be contained. Damn, life flashed on his face. The k3 million wasn’t going to be spent. If Devi could play the game right, he would get it all. Screw Devi, he gasped for air even more. He was his bestfriend though. One only friend in crime. One chance, just a chance, he begged looking at the heavens.

Prophecy of Blood and Moon Long before Maverick Delacroix and Odessa Kingsleigh ever stood beneath the same sky, the world itself had begun to whisper. Ancient texts—half-burned, half-forgotten—spoke of a convergence marked by omens rather than dates. They told of a night when the moon would bleed silver instead of light, when roses would bloom black at dawn, and when shadows would no longer know which master they served. Vampires called it The Crimson Turning. The neko elders named it The Hour of Unbinding. Different tongues, same dread. In those prophecies, two figures always appeared at the center of the unraveling.

She deserved that much after our many years of friendship. Creed kicked off his shoes and began removing his shirt. I felt a little angsty at him getting naked in front of Kris but I had to suppress that displeasure in order to show Kris I wasn't lying to her. After he discarded his shirt he dropped his pants. He gave me one last look before he got down on all fours onto the ground. Kris watched in confusion. Her heartbeat was frantic hinting she was afraid. Creed's bones started to break and he grunted. Black fur started covering his skin and his face contorted and elongated. Kris screamed and I put my hand over her mouth. Her eyes were wide and tears welled up in them.

The blood dripped on the floor as I stood there waiting for his next move. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into a room. As his hand gripped tightened onto my hair I screamed out in pain. He pushed me into the room and knocked me to the floor. I lay on the floor as I saw his body leave the room, leaving me alone. My nose felt like it was broken, and bleeding me to death. I looked around the room and saw a beautiful room with white and soft blue walls. A huge bed what looked like heaven on clouds. There were clothes laid out on a couch.

* I demanded as I looked to Crispin, “NOW CRISPIN. TELL ME WHAT YOU MEAN BY MY BLOOD?” “You created me.” Crispin said, without looking to me. “LOOK AT ME! HOW DID I DO THAT?” I demanded of him and almost jumped out of my seat as he whipped his head in my direction. “I was known as Crisal and was a warrior of a neighboring village. I was brought to you as your food or sacrifice for that night but instead you killed the guy who brought me. Not that I cared or knew who he was, as he was mean to all the sacrifices, especially you. He yelled at you and used a stick on you to touch me. I was barely conscience as you saved me, but I learned later that you used your blood to make me, and I became th

No way. My eyes were red, swollen and puffy, my hair was dishevelled, and a hint of strain and excessive crying still left tear tracks on my face. I sighed and started undressing, stepping out of my nightwear then into the shower. Immediately, I collapsed against the bathtub. I felt another need to cry, to yell, to curse at someone for all my stupid misfortune. What crime did I commit to have been the only daughter of a mafia Don?

We could now hear their voice inside the church compound, rapid sporadic shots, shrieks of pain, heavy running footsteps all abounding in the compound. The sound of girls crying, begging while they were carried and violated in public eyes, it was literally a blood bath, people fell in the pool of their blood, hatched into pieces by machete and axe. The door of the sanctuary was burst open by a deafening sound, we could hear tears and shrieks of pain but we still stayed still under the table. The sound of a boot continued coming closer to our direction, I just hoped that the sound would go away, but it kept on deafening my ears, sending frivolous chills and shivers around my veins.

I uttered again and again, my hand parallel to each other, and on its center is the formed symbol of death on fire. If this is what it takes to avenge my loss, I don’t mind giving my life. “Ophelia! Don’t do that!” Queen Romina cried, but I only continued. “Mea vita pro morte sua…” My life for his death. The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I was reborn in new and more powerful body. I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death.