Guitar Gangsters And Cadillac Blood Novels & Stories

They fight with vengeance, with hatred. Howls split into the air, the forest drowns out the whimpers. The ground swallows the blood that spills. Teeth tear into skin, claws rip apart flesh.Wolves zip past, paws pounding the sand. We hunt, chase, kill. It’s chaos, and it’s madness. From the corner of my eye, Macy shields a young Delta with her body, snarling, while Rio takes down two rogues at once. The chorus of our pack’s howls spurs me forward, refusing to let anyone fall. Then, I focus on the rogue I’m chasing.

Instead of sitting there all tense listening to their meeting, I wandered over to the area near the door. There was a tall shelf filled with framed photos of them, like some sort of documentation of the Garuda Steel gang. They looked so proud in every shot, posing, hanging out, riding big motorcycles that, I was pretty sure, cost a fortune. Not everyone could afford bikes like those. They were tall and muscular, the kind of guys who really looked like they belonged on those rides. I swallowed hard, realizing this gang was way different from what I’d always imagined.

He turned, walked out to the street, and the night swallowed him. Randall slid the Cadillac into the street, the engine low and smooth. He checked his phone again, zooming in on the plate photo. The dent by the bolt was there. Perfect copy. He let out a short laugh. “Silverwoods drive the same car… now they’ll wear the blame too.” Cassie would see Harris. Arden would run the plate. The database would bounce back nothing. Ghost plate. His ghost plate. “Fire, Cassie getting hit, the gala,” he said under his breath. “All of it? On them. Let them chew on it.”

Shifters can drink a hell of a lot more than humans without feeling the effects, but nobody’s sober after slamming a half a bottle of whiskey. He selects a song and presses play, the opening bars of Machine Gun Kelly’s ‘bloody valentine’ overtaking the silence in the cab of the Jeep. It’s not the upbeat, peppy version of the song- it’s the acoustic version with Travis Barker on drums. MGK’s gritty, melancholic voice comes out crisply through the speakers, the low hum of Chase’s joining in to sing along to the lyrics.

Groups. Stygian Beasts=Stan's Army. Rubicund Monsters=Kerwyn's Comrade. Dark Mafias=Drew Samonte's gang. Red Assassins= Ian Mercado's group. Rogue Sharks= Nate Guevarra's gang. Lethal Snakes- Ruffian Ninja=Haidei gang And more .Expect additional cast. CORDOVA CITY.... Add them on F******k.

Itsuki and Austin went back to the moon castle base, while Marcus and Ethan headed to the underground place where most of the gangsters were hiding. It was already night and the chilly wind blew on their skin as they arrived at the secluded place. It was an abandoned area and there were no other cars passing by. The cold dark place gives an eerie vibe which gives chills down the spine. The street lights continued blinking as if it was broken. A group of gangsters suddenly showed up from the dark area and appeared in front of Marcus and Ethan. They were holding sticks and baseball bats. The gangsters even looked like they were under the influence of drugs, as their eyes were red, and the way

I watched him run his index finger across his throat. "Fuck you dick, I can beat him," I growled angrily and Everett bit his bottom lip. "But Rogue is as dark as you are white, he's like a shadow and kills slowly, savoring the tiny cuts he puts on his victims, he's sadistic and has no feelings," Everett whispered harshly. I scrolled through my pandora and made a playlist of Marilyn Manson, Killswitch Engage and Cannibal Corpse, I grinned slightly and glared at Everett. "I'll be perfectly fine," I mumbled softly and glanced at Cassian to see him deep in thought. I exhaled harshly and put my earbud back in and didn't push play, closing my eyes to Everett frowning at me.

So, he sneered and said, “That’s simple. If you want us to let you go, leave your guitar and money behind.” The Oskian girl bit her lip and hesitated for a moment before she shed some tears and said, “Okay… I will give you the guitar and money…” Another violent gangster immediately reached out his hands and grabbed all the money in the guitar case before putting all the money into his pocket. After that, he winked at the other young men and said, “Brothers, we already have our source of funds for the night now! We can go to a bar and have a good time there!”

Carlos Cruise stared at the bloodied walls of the abandoned warehouse, his face a mask of barely-contained rage. The words “Nyx was here, don’t mess with the Hell’s Gang” were smeared across the wall in crimson, the letters dripping with the lifeblood of his fallen friend. The smell of iron and death hung heavy in the air, a grim reminder of the ruthless underworld he was now thrust into.

The Cadillac upfront reared with speed, and I charged forward with the same speed, before slamming the brakes right behind it, and blocking its way. In a flash, I was out with two guns in my hand, firing a bitch and letting the bullet play their music. I fired with all the strength I had into the black Cadillac, and it didn’t take long before THEY came spilling out, more so because the driver was dead. The first one to get out was Julia. And she ran for the bushes.