Naruto Blood Prison Characters Novels & Stories

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️ SORA ☠️ A lazy goat in a white gown walks in to change my IV drip to a new one and walks out. I could have just said a doctor. But, yeah, that’s fine. These particular ones in prison, they are annoying creatures, and they are getting on my last nerveeees. Factually, everything in this prison is pissing me the extreme, premium fuck off!

One step. Then it backhanded him. Darius hit the wall hard, the air knocked out of him, pain lancing up his spine. Above him, fire pits loomed. _You carry the First Blood. Your daughter carries the moon blood. Together, you will open the door._ “What door?” I gasped, scrambling back, but the stone under my hands wouldn’t let me move. _The door to my prison. The door to your world’s end._ It raised a clawed hand, and the air grew hot, smelling of cinders and old graves.

As I came around the corner, I realized I had found Hachiro. “Come on, mother fuckers? You think you’re tough cause you got to join a yakuza clan. Bring it fuckers? I was born into this clan. I was the personal bodyguard of the heir. I was the guard of Kitsune. You pathetic whelps ain’t got shit on me. You only managed to catch me because you gassed our house. And if my wife or baby are hurt from that, I’m resurrecting you to kill you again.” Hachiro was shouting as he used a steel pipe to bash in heads.

it whispered. “Wake up.” (Unknown POV) No. If she awakens completely here— the prison breaks. And if the prison breaks— the hunger returns to the world. (Aria’s POV) “What prison?” I demanded. The creature stepped closer. “The one built from your bloodline.” Cold terror spread through me. The First Heir screamed suddenly. “STOP TALKING TO HER!” The chains tightened violently around her throat. The creature ignored her completely. Instead— it looked directly into my eyes.

Alessio’s voice thundered through the room, rough, desperate. He was tied too—arms behind his back, jaw clenched, eyes locked on mine. He was struggling, muscles flexing against his restraints. I saw the others too. Diego. Tanner. Eddie. Miguel. All of them, bound just like me. I started struggling as well, but I was still weak. Whatever the hell Valerius had given us, it was still crawling through my bloodstream. The man who called me Luna stepped back into the center of the room, just as another familiar figure entered….Valerius, with that smug, shit-eating grin still glued to his face like he was proud of himself.

Leonardo’s men moved with precision, cutting off exits, taking over the shipments that had been scheduled to leave under Giancarlo’s name. I stood at the edge of the harbor, watching as the chaos unfolded. Giancarlo’s lieutenant arrived moments later, his expression shifting the second he realized what was happening. “You’re making a mistake.” Leonardo chuckled, crossing his arms. “No. We’re correcting one.” I stepped forward, my heels clicking against the stone as I tilted my head. “You have a choice. Walk away quietly, or watch Giancarlo’s empire crumble.” The man hesitated—an instant too long. That was all we needed.

He knew that Ashlyn’s body won’t heal quickly already that’s why he could go on making her wounds deep. “Of course. But I easily understand when someone could feel the same.” Ashlyn sarcastically responded as she sighed seeing another painful weapon that will hit her body. She’s going to bleed out later. “Oh, the man who was always around you? Hm, what’s his name again, oh, it's Vladimir Milano. Don’t you think I didn’t know as well that he’s a nomad for killing his entire family? His the blood prince that we’re looking for and you’re the key to giving it to us.” Tosh began to hit her with his chosen torturing weapon. Ashlyn started to scream in pain because of the reaping of her skin with t

A bloodline web spun by fate, and a bait intricately made for the dragon’s success. Michael’s lips were in a frown, and his brain was in a frenzy as he tried to understand the words that were coming out of Kane’s mouth. The soldier didn’t say anything aside from agreeing now and then to what the man in front of him was saying. Kira and Michael knew that they were planning something big since Kane mentioned to the soldier that the plan must not be told to the old Sparo Mondragon, his father.

* Kazuha was in Noriko's room tuning her guitar while her younger twin siblings are having a discussion. "That girl has a blood art, doesn't she?" Noriko said. "Is it linked to Amrita?" Toya was in deep thought as he lean his head on her arms. "Amrita was forgotten a long time ago. Even dad said that there is no one left who remembers," he turns towards Kazuha, "What do you think, nee-chan?" "A blood art," she murmured, still focused on her instrument. "How uncommon. We only know three people who have them and two of them-" she rhythmically tapped on her instrument, "had died." she finished in a cool tone and stopped tapping.

But… I feel off. Is it because I spent my whole life having to deny this part of myself? Is it the actual act of drinking blood? I don’t know. And that makes me all the more anxious. I hate being in this room by myself. Although when I first came in here these four walls felt like they weren’t meant to keep me safe, but now… now it feels more like a prison than anything else. The urge to go and walk around the castle more is strong, but I try to listen to my inner voice and I know for a fact that it is in my best interest to wait for Blade or one of the other Ambrose brothers to bring me out.