Rival Gang Novels & Stories

To hell if I would leave here without explaining myself “I understand why you hate my guts… I would too, if I were you. You know I was in a gang and I did not let you in on what we were into, trust me it was all for your own good. We got into a little brawl with a rival gang and well, our rival gang are pretty known for gang raping their enemies or should I say, rival’s girlfriends? And trust me sooner or later they were going to find out The Infernos Gang Leader’s girlfriend was you and I had to break up with you till we dealt with them. This might sound so unreal but I rather lose you than watch the pain you would go through o

The gang was far from perfect but it was the closest to a family that either of us had ever known and they were the first group we had ever felt safe with. The Rebels gang lived up to it's street name. We rebelled against anything that we didn't agree with. Racism, sexism, classism, homophobia, we worked chaos against anything and anyone who tried to keep these oppressive ideals alive. We also worked to take down the evil rich in anything and anyway we could. That's not to say we didn't make good money while doing it. And by make, I mean steal or blackmail. We liked to keep off the radar though. We worked behind the scenes and most good people haven't ever heard of us and that's the way we l

After getting what his co-gang wanted, they gave it to me to have it scanned and to the tables to eat it. Aside from Josh, thankfully, the others aren't causing any trouble. Looks like tonight will be a peaceful night… "Hey spider gang!" Oh, sh*t. "What the f*ck you want?" Gardo stands up and goes outside to face the evil gang. That's what they call themselves. Those two are mortal enemies, and based on the other gang boss' tone, they'll skin each other alive tonight. One by one, Gardo's underlings went outside. Josh follows them.

“Tristan Fuller…he was part of a biker gang. And so are the men that came around that day.” I sit up, the chips falling. “What’s the name of the gang?” “Smitties MC.” My jaw drops. No fucking way.

I can feel the anger crawling up my spine, but what really gets me, what burns the most, is that this wasn’t just some petty rivalry. This thing—this hatred—it goes way deeper than tonight. Our rivalry didn’t start over a stupid play or a missed shot. It started with something far worse. I can still remember the locker room check like it was yesterday. We were getting ready for the biggest game of the season, the one that could make or break our futures. Coaches, scouts, everyone was watching. And just when I thought things couldn’t get any more intense, they found something in my bag. Illegal substances.

If we win, we will be given a chance to fight against the lady gangs from rank 1–10, but if we lose, it depends on our performance if the boss will accept us or throw us away. Right now, the three gangs have already started to fight on the stage. It's like freestyle wrestling. They are kicking each other, strangling their enemies, punching, and pushing with might and full force. To differentiate them, the first gang of five members has yellow rubber bracelets; the second gang of six men has blue rubber bracelets; and the third gang of seven members has red rubber bracelets. "Apple," (Tarcy is calling me apple because that is my code), "That man seems to be strong." She's referring to the mus

“Despite the small population, there are surprisingly many gangs here. There will always be more immigrants in countries with larger populations. They’d usually form a small group of their own. The Italians can’t even rank in the top three on the scale, and their combat power isn’t even within the top five. In earlier years, even the Vietnamese gangs could suppress them. Had it not been for the Oskian gangs who rose and defeated the Vietnamese gangs, the Italian gangs would’ve already gotten kicked back to Sicily.” “Bastard! You're digging your own grave!” Porter’s words enraged all the gang members, including Andre. Andre even unlocked the safety of his pistol, as if to say that he would fi

Vera growled, her voice raspy. The room cleared instantly as people scrambled to leave. As Cole passed me, he shot me a glare and leaned in to whisper a warning, "Mylo, you better keep your mouth shut. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you die a very painful death." I ignored him and just watched Vera’s slumped back. This was my rival. The opponent I had fought for seven years. I could defeat her, but I wouldn't let her be destroyed by something this pathetic and underhanded.

I said, my voice tightening as I caught a glimpse of movement in the mirrors. "Are those your friends?" He glanced over his shoulder and hissed something sharp in Italian. "Cazzo." "Is that a 'yes' or a 'should I start praying'?" I asked, my heart beginning to hammer. "Maybe it's just an emergency board meeting?" "Worse. Iron Vultures," he said flatly. "Iron what?" "A rival gang. They don't do board meetings." 'Fantastic. Perfect. Just what this romantic death-trap of a road trip needed.'

Done with this childish rivalry, my wolf growled the truth I didn’t want to face. Rivalries don’t fade when you’re forced into the same territory. They ignite. I knew for a fact that this was going to be a wild ride.