Asphyxiation Tokyo Ghoul Novels & Stories

Hanzo throat, her each knife sharp finger nail brutally pulled away his entire neck skin revealing his dripping crimson blood and veins…… Jasmine POV: ‘This was horrible’ I thought but dared not to budge my eyes away from her Elena’s Ghoul spirit was engrossed with anger because she kept on slashing more and more skin, vein of Mr. Hanzo neck and at last she furiously pulled out his entire neck bone… his throat… ‘THuBAK……’ Mr. Hanzo fell down on his knees with loud sound as his terrified wide eyes remained glued at Elena’s ugly ghoul face

“Y-y-you. P-p-please don’t...” I break into action when the man reaches for her and grips her by the neck. Zoe cries out in distress and grips the man’s muscled forearm as he lifts her off the ground until she is dangling before him like a rag doll. She chokes and wheezes. “Azazel!”

He straddled the bucking body, pinned her flailing limbs, and he put those round beautiful eyes to the blade. After a bit, the girl’s cries began to die away, fading into incoherence as she began asphyxiating from the neurotoxins in the spider venom—her writhing moans dying out as her flesh body failed, vitals shutting down in her final anguishes. She spasmed, kicked weakly, some part of her brain yet aware.

We remained like that for some seconds, and the coldness grew worse. With my eyes, I begged her to persevere - to hold her breath for some time so we could go undetected by the ghouls. The plan worked, and I saw the dark shadow of a ghoul pass by us. Ithra’s eyes widened when she saw the thing, and I urged her to close her eyes, using myself as an example of what she needed to do. The Ghouls had no eyes. They could only tell if you were alive by your heartbeat and breathing - two of which temporarily seized from us at the moment.

She stood again and faced Asher, "You're going to hate me for this, but it has to be done." The ghost drew in a breath and held it, then using all her might, she forced her hands into Asher's chest and gave it a squeeze. The Alpha held onto his torso at the unexpected sharp pain which burst through his ribcage. The ghost squeezed harder, and the Alpha could barely manage a squeak, less a whole lungful of air. With the paralyzing pain and lack of oxygen, the Alpha became lightheaded. The ghost sobbed at the pain written on Asher's face, but she had to render him vulnerable so he could listen to reason, and so she squeezed and squeezed until the Alpha lost consciousness.

“Jace got in, and the bloody fools waited til he was halfway down the drive before yelling out. He almost had a damn car crash.” Max’s response faded in the background, Hazel’s laughter dying out as she caught sight of Cole from across the fire. The firelight danced across his face, catching the sharp lines of his jaw as he lifted his beer to his lips. Brown eyes lingered on Max, lower lids squinting as he watched the possessive way Max slung his arm around Hazel’s waist, cinching her in to him.

"Wolves! Revers! Form a slipstream wedge behind her! We do not stop moving until we hit that Spire!" Lena didn't hesitate. She dumped the clutch, her rear tire spinning wildly on the black glass before catching traction. She shot forward like a bullet. The ten-block push to the Ascension Spire was a high-speed blur of neon, plasma, and screaming engines. Neo-Tokyo’s industrial wards were a claustrophobic maze of towering data-banks, suspended holographic advertisements, and razor-sharp turns.

She raised one hand, and the abyss responded instantly. Visions exploded around me like shattering glass, each one more vivid and painful than the last. I saw myself, cold and merciless, placing the poisoned silver headpiece on Anya’s head before Rowan and Cassandra’s wedding. I watched her clutch her throat, gasping as the toxin seared through her veins like liquid fire.

That heart, riddled with holes by Heaven's Punishment, beat with long stretches of dead silence between each pulse, as if it might stop altogether at the next moment. Bloody foam continuously welled up in his throat, clogging his airway and turning even breathing into a luxury. The agony of suffocation intertwined with the pain of soul essence being scorched, forming an airtight net that bound him tightly and dragged him bit by bit toward the abyss of soul shattering.

“It’s a Ryokan hex.” Kaze said indifferently, “Someone is out to get you. You were planted with a Ghoul Parasite. “The Ghoul Parasite feeds on your blood. It takes two to four weeks for the parasite to fully mature. Once it’s fully grown, you will die. “You would probably have three more days to live if I hadn’t knocked the Ghoul Parasite out of you. “You’re fine now.” Those infected with the Ghoul Parasite would have black undertones under their wrinkles.