Naruto Shippuden: Blood Prison Novels & Stories

"Do you think this is a good place? Tell me about it." Julius could only helplessly continue, "An elder of Star Alliance created the Prison of Blood. The prisoners inside are Minotaurs from the Planet Ark. Apart from being able to talk, they have no intelligence at all. "No matter what appears in front of them, they only know how to kill. The Prison of Blood was quite important back in the day. At that time, there were Minatours from various realms—the Earthly Realm, the Heavenly Realm, and Extreme Mastery." "The contenders who reached early and wanted to practice, or feel like they could break through before the next round, came here to fight against the Minatours to train," Julius explaine

This Sonya Lowe is just a young girl yet her methods are so vicious! Darryl scanned his surroundings and swore in his heart. He suddenly was in despair upon noticing the four prison walls were made of metal. ‘I’m finished. I definitely can’t escape from here.’ He could not escape with broken arms of course. Darryl felt completely hopeless at that moment. ‘Do I really have to pass the Blood Battle Eight Directions Scripture to Sonya? No! I’m a man, how Can I give in to a little girl! Furthermore, the Blood Battle Eight Directions Scripture is a supreme method which I cannot give to anyone from other mainlands!’

Everything was imprisoned. The spear trembled less than a foot away from the Blood Lotus, and then collapsed silently. A purple light immediately surged around Caspian. "Purple Yin Ghostly Shield!" "Saint Emperor Demon Subduing Bell!" The strong defense directly enveloped him. Caspian stared at the bald fat man on the Blood Lotus. After a while, the bald fatty opened his eyes. Although there was only a gap between them, at this moment, it was as if the whole universe and the shaking universe rushed out from it and poured down in an instant, drowning the whole world.

She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.” She paused, her gaze settling back on my face, as if measuring my reaction. “Not only will it be enough to buy that box of medicine, but it might even help you chip away at whatever debt you’ve got on your credit card.” I didn’t want to sell my blood, but I wanted to survive. So, I had no choice. The needle pierced my skin, and I watched as my blood rushed through the clear plastic tube into the collection bag. The first bag filled quickly, and the machine let out a soft beep.

Prince Evan butt in. "The mountain spirit said there's a bordello in the small community beyond this forest. There, we will find a man named Orion. We can ask him about a wine called Blood of the Wise. That is what we need to please the magical healer." "But wait. Bordello?" My brows furrowed when I realized what word was used. "Oh. Sounds like a good place." Prince Evan smirked. He exactly knows what to expect in that kind of place. Probably because he's a regular or what.

"Such a shame." Mobius sneered under the moon's glow, wiping the blood off his lips. Then, searching and taking the spiritron vein from Mr. Shrode's body, he nodded in satisfaction. "Along with the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom that Huub Droitner mentioned, my master will transcend mortality." "Guh…" Mr. Shrode was glaring from the floor even as he watched the spiritron vein being taken away. He raised a shaking hand to snatch it from Mobius' grasp…

Just as I gripped the door handle to leave, Ethan's voice echoed behind me. "Lana, I'm sorry." Without turning around, I replied lazily, "Keep that to yourself. Don't waste my time." As the door closed, I caught a glimpse of Ethan through the dim light in the hallway. He crouched there. His tears dripped silently onto the crimson carpet, like a stray dog that had been abandoned. I thought that was the end of it. But I had bit expected Tara to go even crazier. She found a way to lure me out, and without overthinking it, I went to meet her. Ironically, the tables turned, and she ended up kidnapping me.

I looked down, a few splatters of it on his shirt and pants and some stuck in his nails. “I got it and I got him.” He was panting, “Do you think you can come down- Wait...” Ruda finally noticed how much blood Yohan had lost, “Why?” He was confused, “You can heal fast so why are you so badly damaged???” “Silver…”Yohan shook his head, “I...can’t heal.” “Alright then.” Ruda stood up, “I’ll bring the medics here.” He then ran out again. With the little exchange of words they had, there was one thing stuck in my mind that I just couldn’t help but say.

I hoped to play the hero–or heroin. Blood painted the stone walls of the fortress, they smelt like fresh blood. Before me in a long hallway was a huge door with few lifeless men littering the door entrance. My heart thuds as I make my brave steps towards the door. What's behind the door could be the dreadful one who slayed the men I met on the way. Also the one who might be keeping Emmett captive, because for what I know, he was immortal.

I had always assumed nothing from that world could follow me back. I never expected it to return in this way. After thinking for a moment, I asked another question. “What about Harriet? “Is she still out there? “Is she okay?” The system seemed to search for the answer. A few moments later, it replied: [Harriet's consciousness has entered a world highly compatible with her original will and desires.] [No abduction records.] [No residual trauma memories.] [She now exists as an entirely new individual.] [She has a loving family and relatives who cherish her.]