Crips Bloods Gang War Novels & Stories

She quickly hung up and looked at William, and answered him before he asked her, "There is a gang war, between our gang and a Chinese gang. Donalb and some gang members went to fight, but the numbers of enemies are increasing..." "Hmm, I haven't fought in a while." " Me too " .. In a neighborhood that was never classy, blood rose into the sky and stained the floors and walls. "ahh" There were a lot of scary black suits with scars and cuts, of course they were gang members. "Donale, you're getting old, my old mate.." The sultry Shaw gang was carrying a big batter in his hand, and in return, Donale was carrying a small knife that was not enough to scratch the skin of that fierce fighter.

It's difficult to justify it. It will be slightly darker, and you'll see more from The High Rip Gang. The book is work of fiction, as well as the events in it, except for a few things here and there. However The High Rip were a real gang, Liverpool's one of the most feared groups, famous for using knives and belt buckles during their fights.

I spit the blood in my mouth into Clarissa’s face. She reeled back. “Bitch!” I kicked upward, knocking the closest man in the groin, grabbing a shard of broken glass nearby and slicing at the second. Chaos erupted. I managed to crawl away, blood trailing behind me as I reached for the nearest ledge and stood. Clarissa was panting, crowbar in her hand, tears down her cheeks. “Stop pretending you’re the victim!” I shouted. “You’re the reason this war began. You took what was mine and smiled doing it.” I uttered.

Confirmed it this morning when I told her I would be present and she looked at me with the particular expression she has when she is trying to determine whether I mean what I am saying or whether I mean something else that is wearing the costume of what I am saying. "I mean it," I told her. She held my gaze for a moment. "Alright," she said. So she sits across from seven pack leaders who did not know her name four months ago and who are only here because of what they witnessed in a clearing and what has moved through the territories since then, the news of the Moonblood, the collapse of the old faction, the end of the war that had been building for years. They are here because the world has

No one cares about the real truth. Rian looked at the two obnoxious people in front of her, she tried to signal to the others, but no one noticed. - Girl, we're in a hurry. The three walked out of the store, she immediately recognized the chubby guy groping her, his action gave her goosebumps, she had to endure it, fortunately the skinny guy came back to warn her. At this point, Rian had time to calm down and think.

For the first time— Cris embraced it. Dark wings tore free from his back. His eyes burned silver-black as power surged violently through him, equal and opposite to Damien’s madness. “You don’t get to die alone,” Cris growled. “Not today.” The ground shook. Cris slammed Leif into the earth, power exploding from him. Leif coughed blood and laughed. “Even if you kill me,” he rasped, “this war won’t end. Others want you dead.” Then the battle truly began.

Chaos and bloodbaths, and screams of pain and command merged with the deafening roar of automatic weapons, moonlight cast an eerie glow on the battlefield where glints of broken glass and pools of blood illuminated the face of senior member of the Giupere Greg gang, Giupere Greg, who yelled out orders to his men. His voice was barely able to cut through the cacophony as he shouted out, "Hold the line! Don't let them push us back any further!

The person had never left, just lured us around to die. That’s it. He was going to personally kill this motherfucker. Xavier grabbed a gun on the ground next to a body torn to pieces. Blood splattered all over the place. He doubt he’d be invited back to this resort again or this side of the world. It would be hard to cover up so many dead. With all the bombs that had detonated, it looked like two massive gangs had declared war. The front doors flung open. Several wounded men stumbled inside. Crossbow bolts whizzed through the air and sliced through most of them. The few men that had missed being shot simply fell to the floor themselves and died from something else, probably smoke exhaustion

My hormones endeavors to shatter out, rattling the belt to unclose and so what I did was to halt her tease. "Stop I'm driving" I thrust her off and then she rolled it back - promising she will never do it again so I can centralize. "How did you join the Criemsons?" "I don't know how but I grew up there" "Bullcrap you're lucky to be saved by those packs, the only sh*t I know about them is they're the toughest gangs among the twenty-two cities and I know why" "Do you really wanna know?" I smiled. She bobbed while twining up her hair beside her temple with a smile.

A large headline was emblazoned on the front page: "BLOODY WAR BETWEEN GANGS OVER DRUG TRAFFICKING RIGHTS. THIRTY MEMBERS OF EMERGING GANG KILLED IN TWO DAYS. GANG ANNIHILATED. BRUTAL MURDERS." Below the headline was a large, pixelated graphic photo. Despite the pixelation, it wasn't difficult to make out evidence of a gunfight, bodies in cars, and corpses lying on blood-soaked asphalt. Below the photo, details about Colombia, drugs, smuggling, drug cartels, and speculation about Hispanic gang involvement with expectations of bloody revenge were listed. "The cleanup was also very neat. Don Cariello will be very pleased," Alberto praised, patting Leo's shoulder. "Thank you," Leo smiled. It se