Brahman Tokyo Revengers Novels & Stories

"Paula, I want you to take me with you when your new life begins. I want to be part of your revenge.” “What?” "Just as you heard it, I want to be part of your revenge, I want us to be two against one because they, those people who are on your blacklist too, some of them owe me a debt. My name is Maximilian Montenegro or Maximilian Vital, as you prefer.”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hale. I have no choice. I can't ignore the freedom of my dozen or so brothers… Ah!" His words were cut off as a figure flew from my side. Without seeing what exactly happened, I saw Kent's figure darting out. His kick hit Richmond's hand squarely, causing his blade to fly away. The moment Ben managed to break free, Kent kicked again, forcing him back several steps. Kent, an ex-special forces member, was much more powerful than him, giving the latter a hard time defending. Although Richmond managed to hold up for a while, he was eventually beaten by Kent and lay motionless on the ground.

Now, the blood has been washed away and it was so glaring. I was reborn as Alyssa Arnold. "What!" I yelled, forgetting I was in the car. The remaining words stuck in my throat when I saw Tristan's warning gaze. How is this possible? Why am I reborn as Alyssa Arnold? And, how come Alyssa Arnold was going through a lot? The Alyssa Arnold everyone knows was a happy woman in a happy marriage.

he gritted his teeth. Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges. “Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?” Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.

It's time to talk to the organizers here about sponsorship. After Kelvin Lansrode finally signed all the fans, Boris Catter finally asked Manager Alex to invite people into the office. As soon as they entered the office, the people in the office screamed again, "Kelvin God, my God, it's actually Kelvin God." There was no need to say anything in his name, Manager Alex automatically poured him a glass of Boris Catter's best wine "Kelvin, we are so happy that you can come to our auto show today, Kelvin, are you here to see the car today?"

The other young werewolves cheered as the echoes went through the trees. "Go, Sophia! Show them your stuff!" yelled Ash, one of her closest friends and also part of the pack, tall and powerful, his dark brown hair glinting in the moonlight. "Look out! Here I come!" she giggled, tripping him into a gentle tumble, landing lightly on her feet. "Good one!" Ash clapped, grinning from ear to ear. Just then, her best friend, Daniel, joined the training circle. He had sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes that sparked mischievously. "See that? I can do it better, I bet!" he teased jollily.

He signaled for him to come over. Upon hearing that, Nina halted her movements. Her hand had frozen mid-wipe. "Isn't Calvin supposed to be the heir to Prosperous Group? Why is the heir turned into someone who goes by the last name Smith?" It was many people's first time seeing him, but they could tell that the future heir to Prosperous Group had an undeniable, commanding presence. Callum's youthful appearance belied the maturity and authority in his demeanor. I turned a deaf ear to Nina and looked around the room, noting that Calvin was still nowhere to be seen. It seemed like the show was about to kick off.

He didn't want to risk hurting the crown Prince and probably loosing his hand. Tok made sure the man was distracted, then slyly tripped him. He landed on his back holding up his wooden shield to protect himself. Tok began battering the shield, laughing at the man's cries for mercy. "Get up and fight you old vampire." Tok laughed. The guards and servants watched, too frightened to do anything. They were used to Toks cruelty and hated him for it. Roydo had butterflies in his stomach as he watched the brutal scene unfold. Then the shield broke and laughing wickedly, Tok raised the sword to continue the attack on the unprotected man. Roydo felt it had gone too far.

Mane could not help but agree. “You know, sometimes you can be very useful.” Mane chuckled, pulling out the Hunter token that the Reaper had given him. He had not told his master’s brother that he too had accepted the offer of the Reaper. This was because it would have been difficult to explain that he had done so he could have a connection to the Reaper, among other things. After all, Brahman did not trust anyone. In fact, he believed that some of the God Kings had been seduced by the Reaper and were working for him. Mane could not fault Brahman for thinking this way though. For he too had the very same thought the moment the Reaper gave him this offer.

The plan they’d hatched didn’t seem to be going well, and though it was yet to be Cenam’s turn to present himself, seeing as two of the other Reverend’s had yet to arrive, Sethlzaar deemed it would cause little harm if he were to give them some form of support. He’d barely registered his next action when Reverend Bratvi stepped out of reach of Berlak’s blade and a reverend replaced him, striking with cracked veils. His arms were exposed, and his cassock rendered sleeveless and riddled with patches of burned fabric. Berlak reacted with lightning speed, dashing the attack in one swing as he ducked beneath another from a different assailant. He stepped forward immediately, face contorted in a l