Crips Bloods Gang War Novels & Stories

I only had one form left, to imagine that I was even considering using it is proof of how difficult this battle is. Slowly the number of demons was diminishing but there were still too many. Everywhere I turned it was demon after demon. I was getting injuries from all sides and places. I do not think there was a single area on my body which did not contain blood, MY blood. Marcus!

He didn't reply, forcing me to peer into those unreadable eyes and drink him in. “Is this from the blood oath?” I tried again. He shook his head, leaning into my touch like an obedient pet. His eyes were trained on me, as if challenging me to a gaze holding standoff. “No.” He said after a few minutes. He turned his other hand where a small scar marred his palm. “This is it.” “While this,” He said and his hand connected with mine which was still clinging to his face. My heart beat tripled. He continued effortlessly. “This Happened in a fight many years back.”

"Did the Turnbulls kill my parents?" "Straight to it, eh? All right." Alaric combed back his hair. "The truth is, I don't know. There was a battle between two opposing factions in Crimson Blood, which was known as Crimson Moon pack at the time. I don't know how Darien came to be Alpha, but what I do know is that a large group of us rebuilt Crimson Blood almost from nothing after the battle." "How old were you?"

"Enrico called, said the Ghosts got our message. They sent a message back. They say the death of Buffalo makes us even." It took Jared a moment to re-adjust his thinking, away from his curvy black-haired neighbour to his boss. Vincent, the guy Jared would happily follow into death. The guy who had his back no matter what. They'd grown up together, part of a local biker club, the Ghosts. The club that had betrayed them in a drug hand-off gone wrong and nearly gotten them both killed. In retaliation, Jared and Vince had taken out a good portion of the club. They'd been at war ever since, for well over a decade now.

“And considering Lydia is the granddaughter of an Alpha, this could cause a war amongst us. I can’t see any of the Alphas doing this without risking the health and safety of their pack. Besides, we’re all still recovering from the last war.” Four years is not a long time to replenish resources spent on wars. Expensive wars that could go on for years. Before the war with Scarlett Thunder, my pack was at war with Crimson Peak for nearly two decades. We’re not destitute by any means, but we aren’t swimming in gold either. Rainer looks somber. “It could be the Blood Takers.” That’s not something I’ve heard of before. I ask, “What are the Blood Takers?”