Rival Gang Novels & Stories

The image of ruthless gangs he had seen on the internet instantly flashed through his mind—lawless groups capable of unspeakable deeds. Among them, the Shark Gang stood out. At this moment, Dean was certain: perhaps the Dragon Gang and Cobra Gang weren’t as savage, but the Shark Gang? They were wild beasts, untamed and without conscience.

One of the members of her gang ending up as a traitor in exchange of money made them busier than ever as they had to trace every person that he had been in contact with in case he spilled the information about their drug business to people other than the boss of Blood Trouble, which was the second most powerful gang in Flyve City and Dead Soul’s main rival. After receiving a call from Ruby, Dakota did not waste any time as she immediately told Knives to come with her to the location that her rival gave for them to meet up. Since they would surely be talking about drugs, it was already expected that they would be going to a place that almost everyone did not know the existence of.

"They're completely useless. They have no concern for what happens in certain parts of the city, especially when it involves gangs. The ruthless gangs control the streets, murdering anyone who gets in their way. They're nothing more than animals. Rafael is determined to eliminate them. He made a promise to me, and I believe he'll keep it. When we lost two soldiers a few months ago, he made sure to assist their families, just as he did for me." "This gang, do they have a name?" "They go by the name of the Blood Brothers. They're merely the hired guns for the Movino gang. I may be involved in criminal activities, ma'am, but we have a code of honor that we adhere to. It's important to the Reigo

“Sit down. You’re hovering.” I sat, grateful, but didn’t let it show. “What’s the job?” “It should be easy, for a guy like you.” He leaned toward me, elbows on his knees. “Two upstarts merged against us this past month. There’s an Irish motorcycle gang from the damn suburbs, of all places, and a group from up north that calls itself the Ragers. Together, they say their new gang’s called the Dusters, so fine, that’s their name.” “Not a great name,” I said, shrugging. “I thought it was a joke when I first heard it.”

I shot them at places where they won't have a quick death, but that doesn't mean they wouldn't die. “I would love for an introduction, but I'm not in the mood, so I will just ask you a question, who sent you?” I asked, placing my leg on the wound of one of the masked men. “Ahh!” He groaned in pain, showing resistance, but I shot his arm again, and that got him talking. “Sylvia.” He breathed. Sylvia gang is one of the rival groups that hated my existence, and dominance in that game, but too bad for them, they couldn't get rid of me even if they wanted to.

Lothar smirked at Fatty Frank and thundered, “That’s right. I am the leader of the Racer Gang, Lothar Edge.” The other trust fund babies paled immediately. As playful trust fund babies, the Racer Gang and its leader, Lothar, were notorious in Sumeria. The Racer Gang was another underground gang that rivaled the Dragon Gang. Lothar might have looked young, but he was ruthless to the bone. Two years ago, one of his enemies brought a dozen men to his doorstep to cause trouble, but he single-handedly retaliated with just an axe. With that, his name became well-known in the underworld, and he founded the notorious Racer Gang.

But without money or power, and trapped within Brandon’s territory, escape was impossible, let alone taking my mother with me. Suddenly, the hospital room door creaked open. A chill slithered down my spine as I recognized the man standing there—unfamiliar, yet somehow known. “Fabian Mortensen?” “You know me,” he said simply. The man’s calm and composed demeanor filled the room as he slowly walked to my bedside. He looked down at me, then smiled faintly. “Makes sense. After all the time you spent with Brandon, you’d know who his rival is.” “What are you doing here?” I forced myself upright as I eyed him with caution. His methods were no more merciful than Brandon’s.

Probably in discomfort from the demeaning position. He must have noticed that he was being watched and knelt straighter allowing his arms to fall back to the side He was obviously in discomfort. Soon Ashriel thought. he’d release him in ten minutes. The young alpha returned back three hours later. Yes, a tad bit longer than he had intended to but he had to get his thoughts in order first like he was going to do about his prisoner The Blackclaw alpha had two sons, Kraven and Therion. Both sturdy males who had obviously inherited their father's muscular nature. Kraven had betrayed the heir of the Silver fang pack, Ashriels brother, leaving the tile of alpha to fall into Ashriels lap.

His face was all emotionless as he stared at me with nothing but disgusting, loathing, and hatred. My heart squeezed. I opened my mouth, desperate to say something, anything, but before I could, the voice of the MC boomed through the hall. "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the special event that will shake the whole city of manchester…” The crowd erupted in mad cheers, while others murmured in confusion. “I guess it's time for the proposed competition, see you there, My Rival” Andrian said before going away with the woman beside him. Her distant laughter rang like the horn of hell to my ears.

And suddenly the rooftop was silent except for the distant noise of traffic and the quiet realization spreading through the group. This was no longer a private battle. This was a public trial. Brandon looked at me, determination burning in his eyes. “Well,” he said slowly, “if they want a show tomorrow…” He cracked his knuckles. “Then let us give them one.”