Crips And Bloods Documentary Novels & Stories

This scene was like a movie wherein the police officers chased a criminal, tried to save two teenagers, and maybe get big cash rewards from their wealthy families. Out of nervousness, the kidnapper speed up the gasoline so he could escape from them. The kidnapper didn't notice the truck speeding up on their way and the last thing they remembered was the car crashing and rolling on the busy midnight street.

I turned away from it for a moment, cupping my nose with my palm and pressing my other hand to my stomach. "We might have a problem." Griffin said. I whipped my head, still pinching my nose. I peered over his shoulders, and saw something disgusting. A teen, dressed in the football jersey and his boxers was stapled to the side of the truck. His stomach torn open. I twitched my body almost falling back as something started to hurt in my chest. I remember this. Not this teen. No, I remember seeing myself. My stomach was torn, skull crushed….. "This cannot be a small coincidence."

ISABELLA: Miguel hits him again and he spits out blood, laughing hysterically. “You're smarter than you look, that…that I'll give to you” he smirks weakly, breathing heavily. I didn't say a word, I just stared at him, his blood dropped from his face to his shirt down to the splattered blood on the floor, my skin crawled, I hated blood. I subtly turn and I see Justin staring sternly at Carlos, his jaw was tight, his knuckles white from clutching it together…he was uneasy, for a second he looked at me, my breath hitched and I looked away.

Just then, a servant rushed over, exclaiming, “Alpha Alaric, many reporters are swarming outside, asking to interview us about the kidnapping. They even called…Luna Margery a wicked woman who kidnapped Serina…” “What?!” Alaric and Daisy were completely taken aback. They were about to explain things when a group of werewolf nobles walked in. “Alpha Alaric, I heard that Margery kidnapped Serina for the sake of money?” “Ridiculous! How could Margery do something like that? Is she even fit to be a Luna?” Before they were done talking, they saw the footage of Serina calling Hack. “What? Serina was the one behind all of this?!”

--- Dinner was… an experience. The menu consisted of dishes that looked normal enough—roasted meats, glazed vegetables—but every goblet at the table was filled with blood. I stuck to water. Which, by the way, made me the only person in the room not drinking blood, and I could feel the curious stares from the other guests.

They did not know what stirred beneath their streets, but they knew something was wrong. And in that uncertainty, opportunists emerged. A splinter group calling itself the Bloodline Syndicate began circulating propaganda—calling for the purification of vampire society through blood and fire. Their rhetoric spread rapidly, fueled by fear and resentment. Within neko circles, an equally radical faction—the Iron Claw Resistance —advocated preemptive strikes, convinced the truce was a deception. Maverick and Odessa met in secret again, this time not as lovers seeking solace, but as leaders forced into strategy.

Chapter 1: Blood Debt The warehouse smelled like rust and death. Luca Rossi stood over the body, chest rising slow and steady, the only sound in the sudden silence. Marco Vitale’s eyes stared up at the cracked ceiling, vacant now, blood pooling dark and thick beneath his head. One clean shot—center mass—then two more to be sure. Message delivered. Luca wiped his hands on a rag one of his men handed him, though the blood had already dried under his nails. He didn’t flinch. He never did.

He fell because he tried to keep a conscience in a business that had no room for one. Roberto wanted out. Quietly. Family, art galleries, good wine in the afternoons. On his way to the door he found the wrong file—trafficking records Victor Salvatore had buried inside a Carvajo shipping manifest. Roberto gathered evidence and started knocking on the doors of the law. Victor moved faster.

As I watched the car tear down the road, my heartbeat matched the speed on the screen. Then there was a loud bang. The driver jumped out to look. The footage shows two adults lying on the ground, and the victim's baby had been tossed a distant away. There was blood everywhere. It was so terrible that I almost couldn't watch. Charles and Freddie wiped at their eyes beside me. Then, unbelievably, Maeve said they weren't dead and backed the car up to run over them again. When the relatives saw that, they went completely berserk. "Charles! Freddie! I don't care who was driving. Kill them both!!

The ceiling shots were intentional — not panic, not desperation, a tactical choice to stop movement without casualties in a room full of civilians. And there's something strapped to her other thigh that is not a gun. The chaos resolves. Cian has two men on the ground. Ronan has the third. Marco's people have the service entrance man zip-tied before he can blink twice. The room is breathing again in that shell-shocked way that comes after something violent and brief — the specific silence of I’ve hundred people who are all realizing at the same moment that what they just witnessed was real. Seraphina lowers the gun. Smoothly. Like she's been holding guns in