Crips Vs Bloods Map 소설 & 이야기

That’s how we talk here. “I want it stopped.” His eyes finally flicked to me—cold, pale blue, same color as mine but without any warmth left in them. “Quietly. No bodies in the river this time. We’re trying to keep the peace with the Italians until the wedding talks are finalized.” There it was. The wedding.

Cassie I’m still standing in the hallway outside his studio with tears drying cold on my face when his words finally sink in. I don’t want an audience. I need to leave before he says something else that makes this worse, before I embarrass myself more than I already have by crying outside his door like some kind of pathetic stranger who thinks she matters. I take a step back, then another, keeping one hand on the wall to steady myself because my vision is still blurred from crying and everything looks slightly wrong in the dim light.

He looked at the map in Laura’s hand. "You’ve led the hunger straight to our door!" ​"We didn't know!" Laura cried out, raising her hands. To her shock, the violet filaments of the map didn't just glow—they lashed out like whip-cracks of lightning. The violet energy hit the lead Stalker, and instead of being absorbed, the beast shrieked—a sound like glass shattering—as its black surface sizzled and burned away, leaving a jagged hole of nothingness in its body.

I left him there to bleed. “Help!” Sigaw ni Vyel. I was about to run towards them when a huge piece of debris fell in front of me. Umugang muli ang lugar. Vyel yelped when she got caught on a huge piece of debris. I saw how Crimson angrily looked at Vyel. “Whimper for me. How long I've waited for this chance.” Gigil na usal niya. I was out of breath for a second when I saw Crimson stepping on the debris. Halos ikadurog ng mga binti ni Vyel iyon.

Perhaps the next Crimson Blood Pack Alpha was even more self-centered than the previous one. I have to drew a duplicate of the map in case the original is ever stolen. "What was this meant? Kyzer? We must dive into the water falls to reach the center. Then we'll ascend into the first section, which the map describes as a snake-infested land. We had no idea what was there, or whether there was another tribe waiting to ambush us. "This is absurd."

Riven said. His voice was calm and cold. “We have played with the Crimson Blood Pack long enough.” A massive map lay spread across the table, its aged surface scarred by old markings and fresh ink. Blades and stones pinned its corners, holding fast the lands of wolves and blood. Borders were drawn. Territories marked. Enemies named. Riven leaned forward. With a single, decisive motion, he drove his dagger down. Steel bit into parchment and stone beneath, pinning the blade straight through a marked section of Crimson Blood territory.

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

Something happened. “Something is always happening,” I told him. “And if we go chasing every bad feeling, we’re going to lose the war before it starts.” He snarled, disgusted, then retreated to a corner of my mind, watching, sulking, still listening. Always listening. I straightened, forcing my focus back to the war table. The map was a mess of pins and ink and rage. Red markers for known Cross compounds. Black for Bathory-related holdings and shell properties. Blue for confirmed Vampyre nests. Gold for shifter strongholds. There were too many red and black. Not enough gold.