Naruto Blood Prison Cast Novels & Stories

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

Because of his spy always scolds their transaction and blocks the entry of dollars into the black serpent that they can use that start and overthrow everyone involved. Bang! On the arm, she shot. The blood came out like a faucet. "Madam!" Naruto is the secret agent and reaper. He is the one who works well even without him. "What!?" She was angry that she didn't look back. "That guy is still tough." Naruto kept his face serious. "Yeah! I know. He wants more torturing him! Before speaking." Her voice was high. "Ha-ha..ha.." It was hard to laugh. Because of the blood lost in its body.

I gestured to my dad as I spoke. “I am compassionate, like my mother, when the situation requires it. I am fearless like my father. I am a strategist like my uncle. I am deadly like my aunt. I am a badass like my stepmother.” I proclaimed, gesturing to Uncle John, Aunt Sarael, and Aurelia. “I am Hana Kimiko Kinsley, Princess of Bloodmoon. And you…” I pointed at him. “Are no one to me.” On that final proclamation, I turned on my heel and headed inside. I didn’t want or need to witness what would happen to Miyazaki. Albert and Dad would dispatch with him. I didn’t know if it would be swift and honestly didn’t care. Let them make him suffer.

The only thing that comes to his mind is his future wife that his grandfather and the sect would negotiate with the Great Phoenix Empire for him. “Heh! All of you might not know this, but the Blood Princess is my future wife! She already achieved a Peak Celestial, and her battle power is beyond that! Even your sword saint cannot hope to match her!!” Young master Yao shouts in a crazed state. He can’t take this great humiliation and needs to vent it out.

And she, Sera Lin, already drowning in her own battles, had walked willingly into his cage. Her voice broke the silence, sharp. “You’re not getting out.” The prisoner laughed. The sound was not joy. It was dark, guttural, the kind of laugh that stripped the air from the lungs of those who heard it. The torches guttered, shadows writhing across the walls like serpents. “Not yet,” he said softly, leaning forward as much as the chains allowed. “But you will open my cage, blood heir. You already have.”

Mario continued, “Blood is thicker than water. Always remember... Leone blood runs in your vein. Even if our family is not smooth, don’t spit on your family name.” Before she could reply, he hung up. The phone beeped. The line went dead. Amara lowered the phone slowly, her eyes still fixed on the mirror. Her face was blank, but then something shifted. A small smile crept up. It widened... and widened... until she burst into laughter. The sound echoed through the room. Sharp, strange laughter..like someone who finally realized the game they were in. She flipped her hair back and kept staring at herself. “What about you make use of this moment wisely,” she muttered under her breath.

"What?" "Don't hurt Tara. I still need her." I hung up without explaining further. If Ethan was smart enough, he would soon find the clues I left behind. Once he did, that was when the real show would begin. Tara was stashed in an abandoned warehouse. When I arrived, Amber Shaw was there loudly hurling insults at her. She called Tara a homewrecker, a shameless tramp, and worse. Tara was tied to a chair and her pale face was flushed red. When she saw me enter, she glared daggers at me.

Each had on a hand-stitched gown of the finest quality made by demons. Arisa's was a long flowing gown which shimmered in the light. The colors of her gown were red and purple. Red signified that she was a blood partner while purple signified royalty, meaning she was MY blood partner. Liz's dress was nice and puffy, at her request, and had the colors purple and white. Purple, she was now a Dark Princess, and white signified purity, AKA, she's single.

A lump formed in my throat as I recalled the letter that’d taken over my laptop screen after I typed in the blood code. ‘Dear Saratan Credi, congratulations. You have been chosen to serve your masters as a blood vessel. Please be at the attached address before midnight tonight. Further instructions will be sent to you.’ Don’t give me that look. That look you give white lead girls in horror stories when they go towards danger instead of running or calling the cops. I’m not foolish either, I left a note on my desk, with the address on it. If anything bad happened, at least Kira would know where to start her investigation.

It felt like death clawed its way through my spine. I blinked, vision clearing slowly. And I saw them. Raven, Diego, Miguel, Tanner, Eddie and Terrence. All tied up and awake And I was the last one to wake up. My head was still pounding like a war drum. My limbs? Useless. Every bone felt like it had been shattered and glued back together with venom. But even through the fog, through the gnawing pain in my chest, I could see that everyone was bound. Their mouths were covered, muzzled, gagged….except mine.