Crips And Bloods Documentary Novels & Stories

He asked, staring at the scene. “We have no idea. The investigation was still doing on” he replied without smiling. Bill never smiled or talk to others much. He was concentrated on his job. Carlos saw the dead man’s body. Half of his body was gone already. He felt irritated and diverted his gaze to his brother. “I’ll get going now” he said to Bill. “Drive safely” he said and watched as his brother left. He kept turning back till he was out of sight. Bill walked to the body and squatted beside the body. He saw an animal footprint beside the body and called the other investigator.

The pure evil of some people – a lot of them doing things that are far worse than anything I’d ever seen a vampire do. We land in a dingy alley in a bad part of town. We follow a man and woman to a room,where the man starts to rip the woman apart with a sharp knife. Her screams go unheard and ignored. Athenia and Aldric storm into the room and drag the man away. “Jack the Ripper,” she says. “Aldric killed him.” “Sounds like something he’d do.” A man, dressed as a clown, tying a young boy to his bed. Another chopping off a young man’s head and throwing it in a pot to cook it. A mother poisoning her babies. A woman shooting a man before she robs him.

Myron's office…. “Miss Beatrice, I've got to be real with you so you can know what we're dealing with. Her life is on the line right now; she has lost so much blood, and the list we can do to help her now is to do a blood transfusion.” He said as he ignored the fear that was displayed on the face of his patient's aunt. “And the prices of blood pants have increased over the week due to its high demand. You would need to sign this document in the absence of her Dad.” She took the piece of document that was given to her across the table. Signing on every signature-needing space with shaky fingers. She sniffled and wiped out some tears that threatened to wet the papers in front of her.

"Oh, my poor Laura! How could they treat you like this? A fragile young woman forced to commute 25 miles every day! This is a tragedy!" Surrounded by onlookers, Philip and Fran showed no shame whatsoever. Instead, they got even more carried away. "I don't care what excuses you have! Cancel the transfer or I'll report you to the labor office!" In the video, Philip and Fran looked like a pair of clowns, throwing a tantrum in the middle of the office without a care for anyone watching. I was so mortified that my face burned red. A wave of shame surged through me. My colleague cautiously observed my reaction. "They… Didn't just make a scene here. They went to headquarters too…"

Together with Gio. We walked into the house and the first thing I saw was a dead body on the ground with a pool of blood around him. Fucking hell. I think he shit himself. 'Come on, be silent.' Gio whispered. I squeezed his hand in response, afraid someone would hear me when I would speak out loud. I heard screaming and triggers being pulled. I saw Lucas and Damien standing in the door and I let out a big sigh of relieve. 'Fucking hell, boys. You made me pee myself a little.'

"I said… In your dreams!" With that, I chomped down on Jonathan's ear and ripped a chunk clean off. Blood sprayed into the air as Jonathan kicked me away from him. Clamping a hand over his injured ear, he glared at me, his eyes blazing in fury. "You're dead, bitch!" He raised the knife and lunged at me, aiming straight for my chest. In that critical moment, the door to the factory was kicked open, and police officers swarmed into the building. The knife was knocked out of Jonathan's hand before he was tackled to the ground and successfully restrained.

I wanted to be a part of that interrogation, so I went to the common hall, where they were held. Tim was excited to meet new people that weren't bloods. It was strange to think we had only known moons and bloods all our lives. The witch wars started before we were born, so we were isolated for that purpose. When the bloods conquered us and took over, we met people that were not our pack members for the first time. Our experience was sour and thus made us believe the world was cruel and only our clan could be trusted. Ashria had made me see things otherwise.

Robby called out to me as she walked up beside me and passed me a pair of basketball shorts. Forgetting that I was still naked, I gave her a thank-you nod and slipped on the shorts. Slightly more embarrassed than I hoped she had noticed, I quickly turned my attention back to the child lying dead in front of my packhouse territory. "She had been completely stripped of all her organs and drained of all her blood. Then sewn back up to look like nothing had happened. The only monster that could have done something this awful is an old bloodsucker." Dr. Robby pointed at a barely noticeable incision on the girl's upper torso.

She just wanted to be the Alice who blended in at school, not this hybrid drowning in a tangle of forbidden desires and buried secrets. A sudden surge hit her—her fingers tingled, nails lengthening, sharpening, as panic flooded her chest. She gasped, collapsing onto her bed, hands clutching the quilt, heart racing. Her senses flared—too sharp, too alive—catching a wild scent, like fur and blood. A vision slammed into her: a sterile lab, a baby crying, needles glinting, Samuel’s voice—her father’s—hissing, She’ll be our weapon. Her wrist burned, and she yanked up her sleeve, gasping at a faint scar she’d never noticed, shaped like a crescent moon with claws, glowing faintly. The vision shifte

Her brother shook his head sadly. She wiped her tears away. “Carlos was never going to let us go. He had grandiose plans to take over this city. Do you know what was on those flash drives? The Bratva’s bank accounts and the billions of dollars they control. Carlos and his no good friends were going to steal the money and force them to hand over this territory. He was going to start a war no one could…win for money.”