Naruto Shippuden: Blood Prison Novels & Stories

She nodded her head. I made a small slash at my wrists and watched my blood begin to pool around the wound. Arisa reached for my wrist gingerly. She slowly brought it to her lips and began drinking. A shudder passed through me as she drank my blood. A second later she pulled away. Her eyes had tints of red in them, proof of the bonding process.

He was brought in forty-eight hours ago after a failed assassination attempt triggered a primordial rut. The director folded his hands behind his back. He’s been in a state of 'Infinite Rage' ever since." "An assassination attempt?" Lyra caught the detail. "On a prisoner?" The Director’s eyes flickered. "He is not a prisoner. He is...a ward of the state. Now, enter. The pairing ceremony under Alpha Prime law requires a physical presence within the husband's kinetic field. Once you step inside, the law recognizes the bond as sealed." Lyra held his gaze.

"I have to do it one more time," thought Nara. He refocused his mind and heart. Then a bluish light re-emerged in his body causing the jewel on his forehead to glow and then shot at the cracked door of the prison cell. And the cracks in the glass began to widen.

It is said that in these two moves under the face of Sasuke are rivals. Naruto, the son of the fourth generation of Nolan Magic Academy, the body has all the energy of the king of the demonic beasts Nine Tails, whenever he is emotional or life-threatening, he will unleash part of the energy of the Nine Tails. And these forces are the fourth generation of all their own power to force the seal in Naruto body, so Naruto does not have the dominant right to this energy. Sometimes he even went crazy and hurt people.

I move. I rip the shard free from near my body. It’s barely a weapon anymore, and it’s a cracked, rusted sliver still kissed by my blood. I draw a spiral fast and brutally across the surface of the shard, cutting my thumb open as I do. The spiral sucks the blood into the groove, faintly hissing as it sinks deep into the iron. The rune catches and pulses once, hard enough to rattle the shards in my fingers. The prisoner yanks on his chains harder this time, almost like he knows the decision I’ve made.

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.

My heart pounds in my chest as I feel something rip. Tears run down my face at the pain. I turn my head to the side to see what’s going on. My talons are covered in the mystical glow of our luminous blood. He holds a glowing gold orb in his palm as he roars once more. I watch as he pushes the golden orb into her chest. Her oily black eyes close as he does it and her body jerks in our talons. It jerks so hard that he nearly loses his grip on her.

“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

I groan as pain explodes in my temple and hot liquid cascades down my face. The fvcker. “Blood—yum.” He grins, and he’s definitely not faking it. The sick fvck does enjoy the sight of blood more than anything. “Let’s start with those pretty nails, eh?” He steps behind me and takes my hand in his. I tense, holding my breath. If he hurts my sniper arm, I’m going to bloody murder him. “Oh wait.” He motions at one of the guards. “Pass me a knife, would ya? I want to cut his skin at the same time.”

He only saw the bird finally accepting its cage. “We’ll leave on Monday,” he said. “It will be the event of the season, Lisa. I promise you.” He led me toward the stairs, his hand resting possessively on the small of my back. I walked beside him, a ghost in a silk slip, carrying the secret of our blood like a concealed weapon. Toby was coming back. Arthur Vance was waiting in the shadows. And Elaine was waiting with her marble foyer. But none of them knew the real game. None of them knew that the Little Bird had found the key to the cage, and she was going to use it to burn the whole forest down.