Crips Bloods Gang War Novels & Stories

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

"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?"

The venue that was filled with delightful laughter and loud music was now filled with screams of terror and gunshots. The sudden change was like parkour. It seemed that it was going to be the biggest war to occur in Flyve City as the two most powerful gangs all came to fight. “Dead Soul vs. Blood Trouble” was about to be included in the future history textbooks.

"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.

Crystal's POV I've always had a hard time believing people's threats or promises. Because most people I knew either bluffed to make an impression or never lived up to their words because they were incapable. But the scene before my eyes proved to me that Adrian was different. He was a real devil. He stood at the center of the pack, watching as his soldiers and warriors ravaged the pack, killing and slaughtering Crescent Blood warriors. It was a one-sided battle. The soldiers of Crescent Blood were no match for the bloodthirsty warriors of Gravepine.

“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?”