Novel & Cerita Crips And Bloods Documentary

Alexis tried to threaten. But with a very fast movement, Adrian managed to grab Alexis by the neck and pressed her body against the wall in the hallway. Alexis began to have trouble breathing. With a feeling of tension and fear all over her body, Alexis tried to free herself from Adrian's grip. Adrian brought his face close to Alexis' neck, sucking in the air around him greedily. “I couldn't help myself since this morning. Your scent is very fragrant and intoxicating. I have never smelled blood like this in my life. And it feels like it's driving me crazy." After saying that, without a word, Adrian bit Alexis' neck and drank her blood. At that moment Adrian suddenly widened his eyes, he was

But I just could not help it any longer, being face to face with a wolf had everything flooding into my brain, and I wanted to scream my lungs out. Blood. It was blood that I saw. My parents' blood, spilled on the wooden floor around their heads. I saw their lifeless eyes and still bodies, and wounded faces. I saw my eleven year old self crying and screaming for them to wake up and look at me again, to call me their baby again. But that did not happen, it never happened. And I saw the people that had done that to them, their smug faces and crooked smirks, their hands stained with the blood of my parents, and the set of tattoos on one of their forearms.

The church knew this too but because of the new law… their unlawful and wicked operation had to be done even more secretly. The old vampire council also knew how hard it'd be for their kind to adapt to that shitty mixture, so they secretly created "The Blood Vessel." Simply put, black market human blood. But unlike, the wicked ways of man, Vampires didn't hunt humans or coerce them with vampire magic…they simply recruited willing humans who wanted to serve vampires as their blood slaves. So this is where I come in… Saratan Credi, the stupid human girl with a death wish.

“We met with the human police force as you ordered and got pictures of the crime scene from them. The site of the attack is closed but we were able to slip in and take a look around.” I didn't bother asking how he'd gotten in hands on classified information like crime scene pictures. It was Duke. He was resourceful like that, one of the many reasons he was my Beta. I leaned forward, bracing my elbows on the desk as he opened the folder and spread out several photographs. The first was a clearing in the woods, stained with blood. A body lay to the side, and I realized with a terrifying jolt that it was Delia's. She was clearly unconscious and I suppose this was just before they'd carted her a

, and scalding wolf blood poured straight over my head. Sizzle… The pure Alpha pressure contained in the blood was like acid to an Omega. Agony swept through me in an instant. I let out a muffled groan as I trembled and collapsed to my knees. Michelle didn't apologize. Instead, she pointed at me, her voice sharp and shrill. "You filthy thing. How dare you touch a sacred blessing with your dirty hands!" My body was soaked in burning wolf blood. I could clearly feel my skin curling and reddening the instant it touched the liquid. A scorched stench of seared flesh mixed with thick blood filled the air, making my stomach churn.

One second the guy had me pinned; the next he was flying backward like he’d been hit by a truck. I blinked. Dmitri. Leather jacket. Ice-blue eyes blazing. Face completely blank except for that terrifying calm. He didn’t shout. Didn’t threaten. He just grabbed the guy by the front of his hoodie, lifted him clean off the floor like he weighed nothing, and slammed him face-first into the metal partition between cars. The crack was sickening. The guy howled. Dmitri didn’t flinch. He twisted the guy’s arm behind his back until I heard a wet pop—shoulder, maybe—and the guy went white, screaming.

“You believe you lose your blood because you have money?” His jaw tightened slightly. “My parents died, and it is people like you who made my voice shake,” I said. “People who determine that others are irrelevant.” The guards came nearer, and they caught my arms. "Take her," Dino said. Trying to turn my head back to look at him, I was pulled by them towards the door. “It is no use killing me and washing your blood,” I said. Dino hesitated, the first time in a long time. "Wait," he said suddenly.

I yanked the bag downward with all my strength, then drove my knee up, slamming it straight into his stomach. A dull grunt escaped him as his body staggered backward. He collapsed against the stair railing, his face turning pale in an instant. Brian recovered and rushed at me again. I did not give him the chance. I bent down fast and grabbed the metal cash box my dad had thrown aside earlier. Bang! The edge of the box smashed down onto Brian's foot. "Argh! My foot!" He clutched it, rolling on the ground in pain. I did not stop. I grabbed my backpack and sprinted down the stairs.

The trial didn’t feel like a victory; it felt like an autopsy. For six months, the world peered into the jagged, hollowed-out remains of the Laredo empire, picking through the bones of Ares Holdings and the “Contingency Fund” with a voyeuristic hunger. Every headline was a fresh bruise: The Incestuous Titan, The Silent Mother, The Girl in the Glass Cage.

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