Crips Bloods Gang War Novels & Stories

The experience made my stomach churn. "Witnesses have to die!" he sneered. "Not that easy, you parasite," I snapped. The vampire looked at me and bared his teeth in anger, showing off his extra-white fangs. I took a few steps back, not very sure of what to prepare for. I wasn't even properly dressed for a good combat, and I might get myself killed just by tripping over my own dress. The poor girl was out cold on the floor. But I still couldn't walk away like that.

Callum's words did little to quiet the complainers. A chubby man in glasses let out a derisive snort. "Come on, Callum. You're about the same age as Cyrus. Since when did you start calling him 'Daddy'? You really can't see he's using us as cannon fodder?" The phrase landed with force. A few neighbors stiffened. During the recent clashes with the Titan Gang and the Mad Wolves, more than a dozen of their own had already died.

I tried to push him away, but Crystal held on tighter. "Major Crystal, you're taking my breath away." I couldn't break free, so I could only say to him helplessly. Crystal heard my words and hurriedly let go of my hand, but her eyes remained fixed on me. "Grace, I'm sorry, I was just overly surprised, I've been looking for you since you disappeared, but I'm happy to see that you're still alive and well." Crystal said to me with a smile. "But I just came here this time hoping to talk to you about the Bloods. It's all a conspiracy by Peter, who killed his father, Sarnus, the last King of the Western Bloods, and is now attempting to start a war between humans and Bloods."

I halted her with a raised hand. "Why are you still here? Don't you get it?" I said, "Leave!" I yelled, as I felt my stomach twist, which almost led me to cough up more blood. I held onto my voice, barely making my way up the stairs afterward. I entered the room, releasing a sigh after I settled down on the bed, grabbing some first aid kit to treat my wounds. Only then did my ears grasp something; I stepped out of my room, my eyes fixed on the TV displaying the news. "It seems some gang war broke out last night, which led to multiple deaths," the headline read, as my gaze fell upon some of my men among those counted dead. What was happening?

Anpu reminded him. Anpu's AS Gang had suffered a heavy blow because of William. If it hadn't been for the fact that William had quitted the drug transactions over the past two years, Anpu wouldn't have had the chance to get back into this business again But Anpu was too eager for money. He had forgotten the simple fact that the higher he climbed, the heavier the fall would be. And William would not let him get away with this. Anpu had shot Crista, and William considered this unforgiveable.

He did not want to risk disposing off a body when there were event planners decorating the house interiors for the party later that evening. “Who was responsible for this?” He further inquired from Lucas. “The bloods.” This African American gang had been their major rival for years in the city. Despite both sides taking heavy casualties during several clash, none of them were ready to opt out of the drug market in Atlanta. “Boss. We have to answer them in the same manner.” Marco said while heaving like a bull. While Luis appreciated having this huge beast of a man on his side, he knew that the man lacked brains over the brawls he had.

Alaric refused to admit defeat and charged toward Ragnar when he knew that his pack was defeated, his sharp claws aimed at Ragnar’s body. How could I allow him to hurt Ragnar? I shapeshifted and pounced at Alaric, bringing him down to the ground. “Margery, how could you…” Alaric spat out blood from the impact. He looked at me in shock before pleading with me. “I’m treating you in the same way you treated me before,” I said coldly before leaving bloody scratches on his body with my sharp claws. Alaric shrieked out loud and collapsed due to his severe injuries.

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

Trip said. “You all got what you wanted. You wanted me to patch in, just not with the Warriors, right? I’ll let you in on a little secret, Trip. Blood will flow real soon. It will be the last MC war for a very long time, because I’m going to cut down every single person that had anything to do with the attack on my club, and trust me when I say, I’m the only person capable of keeping that promise.” “And you think the Reapers did this? Why the fuck would I want Bandit dead?”

They got their money the easy way by stealing it or pushing drugs and she’d been worried about Nicky getting involved with them. This gang had lived on a farm just outside of the city. The whole place was filthy and dangerous with garbage and junk cars everywhere. The young men and women who lived there rarely bathed and the women paraded around in various stages of undress. The one and only time she was present had been at a party where everyone had been stoned out of their minds. It all came crashing down one night when Nicky was with another member of the Collective. They were going to a MMA fight to watch the bout between Sazon and another headliner, Vincent Cruz. The main fight was the