Naruto The Movie Blood Prison นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Sera said. The theater changed over the next few hours. There were cameras, sensors, and hidden weapons caches in decorative alcoves. Teams practiced responding by running drills for various attack types. Vampire Nightguard worked with witch resistance fighters and human security forces. The cooperation was still awkward, but it worked. Sera was completely worn out by the end of the day. Lucien saw her sitting in one of the theater boxes, looking at the empty stage. He said, "You need to sleep." I want this to end. Same thing. He sat next to her and held her hand. Sera could feel his worry through the bond. He was worried about her, not just about the signing.

I shake my head—it's my vision, not the machines, that’s unsteady. I try to move, but thick ropes hold me in place. My hands are bound behind my back, and my feet are strapped to the chair’s legs. This setup is familiar to me. With enough wiggling, I can flip the chair backward, bend one of its legs, and once I free my ankles, I'll have more leeway to release myself. Before I can act on my plan, I'm surrounded by the lucky seven who captured me. They didn't even bother taking me to one of their compounds; they just moved me inside the warehouse. If the location holds no importance, it means my life or death doesn't matter to them.

“You can go.” As soon as she leaves, I pick up the phone and let my donor manager know to take Cynthia off the list of available donors. I have a feeling the girl likes that she’s popular with the vampires and is hoping that one of them will turn her. They won’t. “Can you please prepare a blood bag for Miss Simone and bring it up?” I ask while I have Melody on the phone. “Yes, Sir.” “Thank you.” I take another shower, scrubbing myself as hard as the hall boys used to scrub me, and stand under the spray until the water turns cold. By the time I’m done, the sun is setting and a blood bag is waiting for me on my made bed.

"Haha, poor crazy woman. I will have you committed to the psychiatric hospital again, and I'll make sure it's forever." Gio became worried when he noticed that Rina was taking too long. He headed towards the bathroom, and as he approached, he heard an argument. He recognized Rina's voice but not the man's. He decided to enter, as it was clear that something was happening. Upon entering, he immediately recognized De Santis, and anger consumed him as he saw him holding Rina by the neck. "Release her immediately," he wanted to destroy that man. "Well, well, your knight in shining armor has come to rescue you," Sergio sneered.

I asked her. "Her name's Kitty," a guard said as he hit me with a baton on the back of my knees which caused me to fall and I cried out, "you stick to that, prisoner!" He spat out on my face and I grit my teeth, suffering from the harsh painful blow. "It's Prisoner VII," I said through loud breaths and gritted teeth, "it's Prisoner VII to you." ~~~

Maxwell closed his eyes, terrified of Kiran’s ruthlessness. Serena’s eyes widened. She wanted to stop it, but she was too late. The child vanished instantly like a withered flower. At that moment, someone in a distant place spit out blood and fell unconscious. Kiran let go and looked at the black-haired monster’s shattered remains without a trace of pity. He walked up to one of the Solarian ninjas and pulled off his mask before pulling out the needle in his body. Ah! The ninja screamed and opened his eyes. When the ninja saw Kiran, he tried to defend himself, but Kiran had already grabbed his neck. “Who are you people?”

Underneath, something tight and frightened that she was keeping in a locked room inside herself and would deal with later. Situation. Inside a wolf pack's castle with no phone, no money, no leverage and no idea what came next. She stood and went to the window. The courtyard below was alive. Pack members moving through it with the ease of people who had been doing this their whole lives. Two men near the gate were sparring and she watched them for a long time because the way they moved was wrong in a specific, useful way. Too fast. Too fluid. Anticipating each other before the strikes came, communicating in the micro-language of bodies that had trained together until training became instinct.

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.