Novel & Cerita Crips Bloods Gang War

“It’s not me I’m worried about.” Aldric gives me a lopsided little grin. “When I was a neophyte, Darrick forced me to face my bloodlust. It’s the best and fastest way to learn how to control it.” “The other neophytes don’t,” I say. “Victoria told me they killed a whole camp.” Aldric grimaces. “Because their creators make them and leave them to their own devices.” “Why?” “I don’t know. Most of them don’t even know who made them.”

We used to ride together…same gang, same streets, same stupid dreams of being untouchable. Until Marco broke off, joined forces with men who had no soul left to lose. One operation went sideways, and he put a bullet in the wrong man. Opposing gang found out. And three nights later, they hit us at a club. I still smell that night sometimes. Smoke. Blood. Glass shattering. A girl screaming so loud it cut through the music like a blade. My men were caught off guard. Half of them bleeding within seconds. The lights went out, the dance floor turned into a war zone, and for a moment, I thought that was where I’d die.

Creed roared once more as two bullets hit his torso almost simultaneously, his screeching was so loud that I had to block my ears in order to protect my eardrum. Ryan couldn't move an inch from the crime scene, it was as if he was glued to his seat, he had goosebumps all over his body as shivers ran down through his spine. He'd just witnessed a transmutation now he's got a gun wielding pest right in front of him. Little did we know that the street gangs that fought this morning had invaded our school and Vince was a member while still being a student at the same time. They were on a mission to eliminate all the Alpha's in the Upper division district of Carson city. Creed was on their hit lis

It’s the protocol for the elite guards and The Guardians not to put any wolf blood’s life at risk. Our heads swivel to where Cillian and the guys are. All four men have discarded their bloody and tattered shirts. Blood drips from Cillian’s jaw, neck, arms, and all over his chest. The same goes for Andrei and Gunner. Bash isn’t immutable, his body bears some scratches as well. Wrestling with the rogues did a number on the four of them. Cillian and Beta Roland exchange vile words to each other. Cillian’s wolf eyes are blazing red and full of fury.

He twisted the guy’s arm behind his back until I heard a wet pop—shoulder, maybe—and the guy went white, screaming. Dmitri leaned in close. Voice so low I barely caught it over the screech of the train. “You touch him again, I’ll make sure you never use that hand.” Then he let go. The guy crumpled, clutching his arm, sobbing. Dmitri kicked the dropped knife—the one I hadn’t even seen—under the seat. It skittered away. The train was pulling into Christopher Street. Doors opened. Dmitri didn’t look at me. Just stepped over the guy like he was trash and walked out onto the platform.

We had our kind sprout throughout the city; we were worshipped, but then, one after the other, they died, leaving me behind. Roaming. Alone. I stood at the corner of the battlefield, invisible to the eyes of the wolf warriors; they fought in their wolf forms; they had put on fire, and it spread wide into the forest, slowly burning deep into the verse land. Blood painted the field. Lifeless bodies, both in wolf and human form were at every corner of the field. The weak ones who had given up on the fight fled for their lives. I have nothing to do with this treacherous, absurd activity; let them end their lives and let their blood be on their heads; let it be painted on their palms and in their

“Well, I do believe you’ve struck gold today. A. I’m a history buff and B. I’m from the Blood Moon pack, so I have firsthand knowledge of the war.” The Red River War was the attack on our pack five years ago. We lost our leadership and nearly twenty-five percent of pack members. The war changed everything for us all. It caused Xander and I to take up our positions as Alpha and Beta of the Blood Moon pack. We had been able to make it stronger and rebuild, but it still pained us significantly. There were certain events in life that people could not get past. That was one of those events for many of our people, Xander and me included.

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

I asked. "In the year 1800, war broke out between the two notorious gangs in New York—the Blood Brothers, and the Blood Kings. This gruesome war lasted for one year. Lord Van Himmer was the leader of the Blood Brothers mafia and led the crew to victory against the Blood Kings." Wendall stopped reading and looked up at me. His eyes widened with shock. "Continue," I motioned.

" He paused for a while as he tried to read her facial expression. On the other hand, Ava felt a little bit moved by what Ace said. She slowly placed her head on his chest and hugged him. As she wrapped her arms around his back, she held him tightly. Ace stroked her hair for a while before gently pulling her away from his body. "I need to tell you something, Ava. Please listen carefully to what I'm about to say. When I was fourteen years old, The Black Scorpion Mafia gang led by my father and The Fierce Python Mafia gang started a war because someone pitted them against each other and planted a spy in each gang. The war was so bloody and lasted for almost a year. Hundreds of men were killed,