Emma Tokyo Revengers Novels & Stories

"Weren't you so good at toughing it out earlier? So full of justice—even claiming to be Ms. Spencer herself. How ridiculous!" "Hurry up and admit you're just lying! If not, I'll leave you to drown here!" I did not give in to them. I had died once in my past life—I wasn't afraid to die again. Once Mark regained consciousness, he would tell Eric everything. So I wasn't worried about Eric not knowing how I died. He would avenge me then, and I could die knowing it was worth it. A hand yanked my hair, pulling me out of the water. I coughed violently, struggling to catch my breath, when I heard Jared's icy tone from above me.

Emma chipped in. Eve turned towards the two womaen asking her the same question repeatedly and yelled angryly. “I said i don't know. What else do you want me to say? I came alone.”and again, Her hands played with her earrings. “Fine then.”Emma voice potrayed wrath, “Then i won't hesitate to show you that you're nothing but a dog used by the organization.” She picked her phone, dialed a number and the person picked at the first ring.

She would go on and on throughout the day, offering me one thing or the other to eat. Oriel and Chris made sure I was back to training. Yes, I finally get to enjoy the perks of having a strong wolf. Amma is a fighter, she fought for us and I'm proud of her. She constantly reminds me of someone I never thought would want to fight for me. But miraculously and surprisingly, they now fight for me. “I want to fight alongside you,” his words re-echoed in my mind. “If making them pay is the only barrier between us, I'm down with taking that barrier out of our way,”

Emma replied. Once again, Zeni had to compliment Emma even though he could only do it in his heart. Emma is truly a magical girl who can think long and see the cause and effect caused when she acts recklessly.

Emma stared up at the shattered facade from behind the police tape, her coat wrapped tightly around her, hair pulled back, heels replaced with boots. She hadn't slept... not really, as the images wouldn’t leave her. Not the flames, not the screaming, not the chandelier crashing down like a fallen crown, and definitely not Evangeline - standing like something ancient in the center of the chaos, singing a note that shattered reality. “She’s not dead,” Emma whispered to herself for the third time that morning. “She never was.” Her breath steamed in the air because someone was watching her. She turned quickly and found herself face-to-face with her second boss, Elias Vaughn.

“Emma, you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to carry this burden. Come home.” Vivienne stepped in front of Emma, her dagger raised. “It’s a trick. Don’t listen to it.” “It’s not real,” Callan added, their voice steady. “The force is exploiting your memories. Reject it.” Emma hesitated, the figure’s face a perfect mirror of her mother’s. “But what if—” “No,” Vivienne snapped, her tone cutting through the doubt. “It’s not her. Focus, Emma.” With a deep breath, Emma raised the key. Its light flared, piercing the mist and dissolving the figure into smoke. The whispers faded momentarily, but the mist remained.

I wasn't invited, but still, here I am, standing in front of them with my T-shirt and pajamas! Like Ryu, the familiar man sitting next to his chair also had dark eyes looking at me. The great engineer Dela Costa, father of Ryu, and the... the traitor. And beside him was Rose in her glittering dress. "Come on, Akemi! It's easy for you to say it! Tell him like this, 'Hello, Ryu. Happy birthday. I am happy for you. I am really, really happy for you---" El Sandra paused a bit and rolled her brown eyes as she glanced at me.

Uche repeated “You can’t fight me. I am the greatest warrior in the land, fighting me would be useless.” “That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t try.” Ejima swallowed. She had a stone on her sling, ready to let them fly. “Oh, my dear friend. Such courage will only get you killed.” Amaka chuckled, “You should have—” There was a quick flash, followed by a trail of blood on the gray wall. Ejima’s pupil dangled in her skull and her shoulders sagged when she realized what had just happened. She took a step back, watching her friend who was holding her neck, choking in her blood with disbelief and confusion. The woman tried to speak or tried to look at the man she had loved, but the betrayer seemed to nudge

“Good day, all. I am Mary Vaughn-Hamilton, daughter of Gerald Vaughn, Alpha of the Phoenix Pack, but some may know me as the Luna of the San Francisco Pack. Before drafting this message, I battled with myself, because I was unsure if it was the best thing to do. It is now clear to me that I should never have allowed myself to be silenced. My story deserves to be heard.