Crips Bloods Gang War Novels & Stories

I watched them gut and hack at each other from an opposite room specially rented for my viewing pleasure, and with two prostitutes in the bed. I was still watching when Les Loups men joined in the fight, resulting in one of the bloodiest gang fights in the history of the slums. Les Requins and Les Guerriers men were heavily wiped out, losing both their leaders, and Les Loups men took the victory. Still, I was the highlight of the tale. As I heard someone say about me:

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.

"Fuckin' fuck. " Just how long has this been happening? How big was the ring if 50 people joined monthly, and who the fuck founded all of this? “Carlos may not be the bigger fish. And what happened alarmed the entire gang.” dada intoned in a clipped voice before running his hand over his face. "We may have started yet another war, and this time, with scums worse than Oleg," Daddy responded, and his words sent a raging storm to the front of my brain. We were only picking up the pieces of our chirped legacy, we couldn't afford a war with traffickers.

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!

Seven years ago, Cahir lead the men from his original pack to war against the former Alpha of Alpha Blood pack. When the war first started, no one took it seriously. People laughed at the ‘stupid boy’ who thought he could defeat the armed forces of the Alpha Blood pack but within six weeks of the war, it became clear that Cahir wasn’t just any man. He was bloodthirsty. I did not know the details of it but I heard people discuss it. At first, people placed bets on how long he could withstand the forces of the Alpha Blood army but in time, they started to bet on how long the Alpha Blood warriors could hold out against Cahir and his men.

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.