Harima Tokyo Ghoul Novels & Stories

My arm left Higan's neck and I reached down to stroke myself as my orgasm neared. Higan's labored breath brushed my lips and he looked down at me. His lustful his gaze made me feel more turned on. I threw my head back and shut my eyes, moaning loudly as my orgasm washed over me. I shuddered as spurt after spurt of cum fell onto my stomach. "You're squeezing me so tightly, Jamie," he whispered before burying himself to the hilt and coming into the latex. I tried to catch my breath and Higan slowed down his thrusts before pulling out of me.

Upon reaching Hell’s Helm, they then ambush the preoccupied reapers, stabbing one in the back, slicing another’s throat and impaling the third with a sword shaped like a giant insect’s mandible. The effect is instantaneous in the mortal realm. The reapers lose against their indestructible, self-replenishing enemies. Yama Ranger’s faithful horse attempts to take flight but is snapped up by a stream of amorphous, almost aqueous Ravens. Its rider catches several more birds inside his extra-dimensional lasso, banishing them straight back to Soul City and keeping them out of the fight for a few precious minutes. Then Yama Ranger is paralyzed with pain from a dagger buried in his back thousands of

I’m still feeling the phantom weight of the helmet on my head. "A world tour," Alex grins. It’s a sharp, dangerous expression. "I always wanted to take you to Paris." "Let's go break some stuff," I say. Tokyo. The neon skyline of Shinjuku burns my retinas. It’s raining—a cold, relentless drizzle that turns the city into a blur of Cyberpunk colors. We are on a rooftop, fifty stories up. The wind is whipping my hair across my face, stinging my eyes. Below us, across a terrifyingly narrow alleyway, is the server farm. It’s disguised as an office building, but Echo’s thermal scan shows the heat bloom of a massive data center in the basement.

They were ghosts. Sebastian pulled up the collar of his coat. The rain here tasted like metal and ozone. He looked at the skyline across the bay. Tokyo wasn't just a city anymore. It was a circuit board. Towering holograms of Nakamura Corp danced in the sky—giant geishas holding microchips, dragons made of fiber optics. "Welcome to the future," Jack spat, adjusting his backpack (filled with C4, not souvenirs). "I hate it." "Keep your heads down," Sebastian warned, scanning the perimeter. "Takeshi Nakamura has turned this city into a panopticon. The Eye of Tokyo sees everything."

I closed my eyes and began to breathe through the pain, hoping that with just a few moments of rest I could continue this seemingly never-ending hallway. Once again, I found myself floating away, but this time when I landed in the hospital room I didn't panic. I looked out the window and saw that it was dark outside, darker than normal from what I could tell. When I got close, I could see that someone had turned off the outside lights. But even without it, the outlines and shadows of people mulling around outside were still visible. They didn't look like they were moving as Soul Eaters had been. Soul eaters, it was amazing how the idea of that didn't seem so ridiculous or alarming now.

I’d seen this before. The animals used in the ritual would have rotted almost instantly under the corruption. By the time anyone arrived, only their heads would remain. Flesh stripped away, soul torn loose. That alone told me enough. In the underworld, everything is reversed. Leaving the head behind wasn’t mercy—it was a signature. A Soul Harvester. Nearby, the writhing mass of worms melted into a slick puddle, spreading across the tiles until it resembled the outline of a whale. Eira and I slowly lifted our eyes to each other.

No wonder Ryu and the police couldn't find him. The Shima Estate wasn't just a home. It was a massive expanse of land owned by the Shimas who are a family of assassins. On the surface, it looked like any normal home but underground, the entire place was like a maze and Haruto knew every corridor, every hidden exit, and every deadly trap like the back of his hand. Aito had only been there once when they were young and the things he saw terrified him, even to this moment. Aito acted like he was seriously thinking about it then said; "I do not mind staying in the Shima estate with you Haruto, but I have a lot of unfinished business."

Harold let his wolf which was beginning to chew on his insides as it ached to be let out escaped with a howl that caused the ghoul to stop for a split second. While his legs bulged and arched backwards, the ghoul that had been on Penelope shifted its attention fully from her unmoving frame and rested on Harold. When his skull was beginning to become harder, sturdier, more potent and solidified, the ghoul swayed towards Harold but with an hand which managed to become a muscular, veiny paw just seconds ago, Harold's wolf grabbed the ghoul by its neck and flung it to the ground. The wolf turned to look at Derek who was still on the ground and gave a shrill, terrifying howl.

Jeremy said. "Jess knows better than to tell wolf secrets to wolves who might not understand." Yuki got out of the van. "Come. Let me show you how different Tokyo is." They followed her into the hotel. The owner was an old man. But in the mirror behind him, Kai saw he was really a giant turtle. "What is this place?" Tamara asked. "Tokyo," Yuki said simply. "Where spirits and humans live together. No hiding. No fear. Just life."

Grandmother’s stone body stepped out of the canal. Water streamed from her dark crown. Shigure looked past me. She happened. Grandmother opened her hand. A black spear formed. She threw it. Shigure pushed me down. The spear passed over us and struck Harun’s chest. The beast roared. Its lanterns shattered. Darkness poured from beneath its scales. Shigure ran to it. Stay with me. Harun snapped weakly at his arm. Yes, I know. Shigure pressed his bloody palm against the creature’s wound. Silver symbols spread across its scales.