Crips Bloods Gang War Novels & Stories

A white wolf locked eyes on him, grabbed the jar in its jaws, and respectfully placed it in my hand. Another wolf bared its teeth and sank them into Noah's neck. It tossed him into the air and slammed him to the ground. Just as they opened their jaws to finish him off, I raised a hand. They stopped at once, crouched by my side with their heads lowered. Noah's eyes lit up. "May, I'll… be happy to die here. But you stopped them… Does this mean—" I yawned, then continued, "You're reading too much into it. I just didn't want them tainted by your filthy blood."

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.

Quenten Yilmaz: Blood. Violence. Gut-wrenching, paralyzing screams. They follow me everywhere, including in my sleep. It’s like a reel of snippets flashing before my very eyes. Splatters of blood paint the walls. Screams of terror intertwine and become a single, continuous harmony of devastation that rings in my ears. Flashing balls of light ignite in the dark as illuminated bullets slice through the air, hitting everything in their path. Men drop to the ground swiftly, followed by a hush of silence.

I made that mistake once—and I’ll never do it again. Then, to my shock, Corbin punched Crius hard, but Crius didn’t fight back. I tried to intervene, but Crius stopped me and told me to go inside. The two of them fought outside, exchanging angry blows. They were father and son, and they were fighting over me! I cried as I watched them. Then I felt something warm running down my thighs. I looked down and screamed when I saw blood trickling down.

There are many rumors that gang leader and many in the gang were vampires. I didn't believe but can't rest assured, so I never gave the file of that gang to Ian. He trusts me beyond my belief, he let me handle every transaction, trafficking, and plan. I had many chances to kill him but I didn't. I fucking don't know why. BLOOD gang is a dangerous one so I avoid them at any cost, I watch and made sure that we never cross paths. Even if we were werewolves, we can't fight with Vampire not because we were afraid. If we fight for silly things like money and power then there will be chaos between two species unnecessarily, which might attract the councils attention. Yep, like us, Vampires too have

The media reps froze, and so did the people watching on television and radio but Casper was not done and continued to say, “Two pregnant women who happen to be my daughters, my wife, and Doctor Sarah here, were all endangered, where they should have been safest. For that reason, an extra fifty million and the time starts now!” Casper had just declared war and everyone knew what it entailed when he had his cold-hearted son, Caddaric, and his two barbaric nephews, Carter and Colton. The message hit the Mafia organizations like a bomb, together with the videos of Caddaric and Don Dragons’ fight, and all the dead bodies in the manor. Watching the horrible videos, no one wanted to be the next vic

Cardo couldn't believe it,His best friend must be crazy. Grayson didn't bother to reply him,he moved over to his seat,smoking heavily. Cardo folded his hands to a ball of fist,He can't believe that the head of the Bloods is actually raging war over a stupid life that doesn't matter. "Anyone who objects to these mission is also an enemy,"Grayson said and everyone gasp in shock. "Grayson you must be nuts,"Cardo cursed leaving the room. "What are you all waiting for?Get the hell outta here,"Grayson yelled they all flinch leaving the room.

Carlos Cruise stared at the bloodied walls of the abandoned warehouse, his face a mask of barely-contained rage. The words “Nyx was here, don’t mess with the Hell’s Gang” were smeared across the wall in crimson, the letters dripping with the lifeblood of his fallen friend. The smell of iron and death hung heavy in the air, a grim reminder of the ruthless underworld he was now thrust into.

He spread his arms, his voice deep: “From blood and darkness, I create a new order. The Crimson Pact is no longer just the Blood Emperor and the legacy of the one who sacrificed for this world!” At his feet, hundreds of half-blood beings, once human, now infected with blood, knelt. The chants rose in unison: “For blood! For Evelyn Cross!” Meanwhile, in the wasteland outside Valenfort, Callen Graves, the former Bishop of the Order, who was thought to be dead, was still alive. Half of his body was burned, he held a scorched bible and a test tube containing a drop of pale red blood. He looked towards the red light in the center of the city, laughing hoarsely:

They say karma is a bitch.... but not many believe it neither did I until today, when my past is standing right in front of me laughing at my face, and even in this pin drop silence I could hear its laughter like ricochet piercing through my ears and hitting its core along with my subconscious which reminds me that I’m sitting here all by myself drenched in blood clueless and helpless, unable to process what just happened wondering what went wrong in my story for it to take such a drastic turn. It has always been a battle of bloodlines but who would’ve thought for it to turn into a literal bloodbath, with my hands covered in the only thing I was always running from.