Crips Vs Bloods Map Novels & Stories

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.

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

Massimo pleaded. "I can help you, but there's a price. You must drain one-third of your blood and give me one of your legs in exchange. If not, there's nothing I can do for you," the voice offered. Overwhelmed with fear, Massimo didn't want to stay in the castle a moment longer. He fled into the night, seeking refuge from the unseen tormentor.

I Yell. Chris and Justin finally capture the Bampire noble, and they do not even give him a chance to speak. Justin ripped his head apart while Chris ripped out his organs, leaving the enemy swimming in his pool of blood. My brother decided to claim the land back to Lord Cameron since this Bampire noble was not wanting to cooperate from the beginning, plus he put us through a rough mission right now, which Justin thought he was going to lose me.

He stands to leave. At the door, he pauses. "I will check on you later," he says over his shoulder. After he leaves, I move to the desk and pull the curtains open. A majestic view fills my sight. I see a massive ancient castle-like structure rising from the mountainside. It looks like a kingdom, or a prison. On the desk before me lies a document. Rules and Regulations for Maya Reynolds. I sigh. I open the first page. I have so many questions. And what the hell is a Bloodmoon Pack?

I park and step out. The air hums wrong. I walk toward the outer perimeter and stop just before the invisible line. My blood reacts first. It warms. It stirs. It recognizes the pattern. This wasn’t brute force. It was surgical. Someone touched the ward, slid along it, traced the magic like fingers on a wire. They weren’t trying to break it. They were mapping it. I crouch and press my hand to the dirt. The fracture pattern is thin. Clean. Almost respectful.

The last things my eyes ever saw would probably be a brutal bloodshed, caused a man who called me his mate. The knife cut into my skin, but also he dropped to his knees. Blood poured from his mouth and his eyes closed slowly, like Ike he was trying to fight death. The strange man was behind him, his blade deep inside of him—pierced through his back. My chest tightened. The Alpha. The elders. The pack. Everyone stilled. There I was, in the center podium and their bloods had become a pool around me. I was either doomed or really saved.

The map’s glow dims, and he cries out, collapsing, blood pooling under his hand. “Jerry!” Debby screams, crawling to him, her bandage soaked red. “Stay with me, kid!” I slash at Brad, my knife grazing his arm. He curses, firing again, and I duck, my shoulder burning from a graze. “Sasha, the map!” Jerry gasps, voice weak, eyes flickering between red and human. “Don’t let him take it!” “I won’t!” I yell, grabbing the map from his lap, its weight heavy. The carving’s still glowing, but faint, like the ritual’s dying. I shove the map in my bag, standing between Jerry and Brad.

Alex said, his tone in mock defense, "I like this cushy gig, devoid of brutish training and running in the mud." We talked a bit more, playing catch up on their research efforts and what discoveries they had been making. Alex had created an elaborate map, cross referencing battles the Blood Pack fought with the attacks we'd faced. He'd painstakingly analysed the fight patterns, the direction the attacks had come from and mapped out where other victims of the Blood Pack had lay claim on their land. He matched this with the patterns of fires and rogue attacks, applying some sort of algorithm to all of it to pinpoint where he believed The Reckoning would occur. It was brilliant, I couldn't deny

, and scalding wolf blood poured straight over my head. Sizzle… The pure Alpha pressure contained in the blood was like acid to an Omega. Agony swept through me in an instant. I let out a muffled groan as I trembled and collapsed to my knees. Michelle didn't apologize. Instead, she pointed at me, her voice sharp and shrill. "You filthy thing. How dare you touch a sacred blessing with your dirty hands!" My body was soaked in burning wolf blood. I could clearly feel my skin curling and reddening the instant it touched the liquid. A scorched stench of seared flesh mixed with thick blood filled the air, making my stomach churn.