Bloods Vs Crips Map Novels & Stories

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?

she confidently stated but this time, Zitrey coughed plenty of blood. Later on, an iron bat hit her head, instantly fresh blood flows through her new wound. She starts to hear a deafening ring on her head and her vision becomes hazy. The masked-guy thought, ‘The Crimson Blade I know is ruthless killer, not this caring individual.’ “You can’t fool me.” ….….. “What am I doing here?” Ezikiel said while videoing live the event through his smartphone. Views are reaching 50k in just almost an hour of airing and it was viewed all over the Hesteria. The comments corner is flooded by audiences' opinions.

Something is wrong. She dashed towards the door and yanked it open. She stepped out and paused. Outside was a mess. Everyone were crying and running at all directions. Blood was splattering everywhere, and fresh bones scattered on the ground. The ground itself was red, full of blood like a river. Everyone were crying yet the cries were inaudible. Tears smeared on their faces but Mira can't hear any single sound. It's like the world felt silent, muting the sound of horror.

Creed didn't have to search for the beasts who were on the Solar Plexus stage because he already bought the map. Another reason why Creed chose this place was because of his newly learned geno-script Poison Nullification. Creed knew that his geno-script was not a battle-inclined script. It was more of a passive safety measure that triggers itself the exact moment the toxicity inside his body spikes up. 'Alright! I'm here!' Creed gazed at the map in his hand, 'It says, I can find some vampire leeches the 45 km mark!'' A huge dark entrance stood in front of him with its mouth wide open. Seeing the hollow darkness of the cavern entrance he pictured the mouth of a dragon.

Suzy sighed heavily before spreading the map on a wooden table, lighting four candles she placed to represent the eastern, northern, western, and southern parts of LA. Cedric stood up immediately and grabbed the blonde human by the neck before sinking his fangs into her and draining her blood-- drop for a drop till her pulse halted before he lowered her corpse on the floor. We all paused and stared at him in scorn because he could have just slit her wrist and pour the blood in a tumbler like a civilized creature, a training Kate ensured we all partook in the quarter but of course, Cedric had already started spiraling. "Sorry for that abrupt distraction, you may carry on by all means." He smi

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.”

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.

But his grip was so tight that it didn't move an inch. 'N-no p-please let m-me go, I d-didn't d-do anything.' He stopped and turned his head around. He looked me in the eyes with his hard, cold brown eyes. 'Shut the fuck up.' He pulled at my arm and threw me to the ground. My head banged against the floor, and I felt blood running down my face out of my nose. 'Get up you bitch.' I pulled myself up with my arm and slowly stood up. My hand was holding my bleeding nose and I felt the warm liquid run down my hand. The blood dripped on the floor as I stood there waiting for his next move.