Naruto Blood Prison Cast Novels & Stories

I gasped, clawing at the guards’ arms, but they held me steady. Then I felt it, wetness on my arm. I looked down. Blood poured from the injection site, thick and fast, running down my skin in crimson rivers. It spattered on the marble, bright against the black stone. My knees buckled. The guards tightened their grip, but my body sagged, weak and trembling. My vision tunneled. Somewhere far above me, Damien’s voice spoke, steady and merciless. “It is sealed.” The world tilted. My last sight before darkness claimed me was crimson drops spreading across the marble like blooming roses.

Playing instruments appeared above, all the glowing crystals settled like a spotlight on a boy with a gorgeous hairdo and the whitest teeth that flickers while he grinned then the boy snapped his fingers again as the arranged wooden chairs and tables around disappeared, the centered floor swiftly descended down, Wren, Skylark and every other beings at the middle of the taproom also teleported out to their various seats on the walking steps surrounding the large taproom then large guard rails appeared round about the whole place giving it a new look while the centered ground fully descended, the ground below transformed, mixed with blood and sand with locked wooden doors roundabout the field.

After hearing the commotion, he rushed over as well. The moment he saw me, all the color drained from his face. Peeking out from behind him, Sheila leaned forward. She had just finished crying in front of Mom and Dad. Her eyes were still red as she spoke in a soft voice. “What is wrong with Harriet?” She stared at the blood on the floor. “That blood is not fake, is it?” A moment later, she let out a small laugh. “After all, Derrick pretended to have ALS for three years. Maybe Harriet resents us and decided to fake fainting with some stage blood to scare everyone.

“If you want to save yourself, and your brother, who, I believe, will be heartbroken at your lame choice, why don't you come to me. I'll give you money, a future where you never get to lack and your brother doesn't have to sneak into my club to be a male stripper at his age.” I instantly let out a shocked gasp at his words. “You're shocked, huh? Now, do you understand you're not the only one having a hard time.” “Who are you?” I asked, curiously. “My name is Kylo, Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack.” Instantly, I covered my mouth with my hands in shock. “Will you work for me and get everything I promised, or would you rather prefer taking your life?” “I… I would work for you. But what kind of work

Ashlyn whispered but something began to shift around her as her eyes turned into blood. “Are you okay, honey?” he asked as he noticed it. “I need…blood…” she weakly answered which made Vladimir snap because he knew what was going to his wife. The blood prince blood in her system was activated and it was hungry. “FUCK! INA LEAVE AND GRAB ME TYPE O to AB BLOOD BAG NOW!” Vladimir shouted at Ina who immediately nodded and leave them in the operating room. “Honey, look at me…control your thirst.” Vladimir tried to calm his wife but Ashlyn was losing it.

While the upper floors of the Citadel were a theater of war, the basement was a place of cold, preserved misery. Silas and Hokan moved through the flooded tunnels, the water up to their knees, the surface covered in a thin layer of crystalline ice. The air here smelled of stagnant water and a scent Silas recognized—the metallic, sharp tang of ancient Silver-Crest magic. "The prison is just ahead," Hokan whispered, his ember-eyes scanning the darkness. "It’s guarded by a 'Blood-Lock.' It can only be opened by someone of the Blackwood line or the Star-Born."

And then the Prisoner roared, using his body like a weapon, flinging Killian backward into the crypt wall hard enough to crack stone. As Killian staggered up, ribs screaming, the Prisoner lifted Daryl to his feet fully. His body moved with inhuman precision, silver light spilling from the cracks in his skin like molten steel. The skeletal monks halted mid-strike, as though bowing before him. And through his mouth, the Prisoner declared: “This flesh is mine. This blood is mine. And with it, I will break the world’s spine.” The guild froze. Harlow’s sword wavered.

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️ SORA ☠️ The prison dining hall erupts into a ballroom of chaos, every step I take is a prisoner trying to drag me towards themselves. I feel like a price, like a sacrifice for peace. “This isn’t funny!” I scream as I take one long jump across two tables. “Run Don’s Daughter!” I can hear Jane screaming from behind. Is she trying to become the prisoner’s enemy or what? She should just shut it.

He gripped the padlock and with a sharp jerk of his arm, the lock broke into pieces and he kicked the door open. "What!" A wily woman asked, turning to the source of the sound. "Who - wait, I know you." She said. Her voice was muffled by the face mask she wore. "And I know you too," he snarled, walking up to her. She was the head supervisor of this prison and the one who took special pleasure in punishing the prisoners. His eyes flashed red as he took her by the neck and pushed her against the wall. "You... " She croaked. "You're the alpha that she spoke of?" Her voice was shaking and laced with fear. "You are the one she is mated to."

When I asked Tyrell who had informed him about this, he replied, "Cleo did. She and the Alpha are on their way there as we speak, but we are closer, so we might get there first." We continued to make our way to the cell. It was an underground bunker in the woods. No wonder he had said we were close by. We greeted the two scouts that were present before we took the steps down. Then, rows of cells presented themselves. It looked like it hadn't been used for a long time. "We don't keep a lot of prisoners," he answered my unasked question. As we approached the cell, my heart began to beat a little too fast. I understood why when we came upon the cell. In it, in a knelt, bloodied position, was Br