Mochizuki Tokyo Revengers Novels & Stories

Vicky laughed. "You are crazy!" Molly took her book and shook her head, this friend of hers is thinking like an old woman from the 90s. "Of course, you guys are crazy friends of a crazy slut!" A voice said from behind them. They turned to see Rebecca, the friend that betrayed them, the green snake in their midst before Sophia got bursted. "Oh, here comes the ungrateful bitch! I think you are the crazy one, it is very obvious that you have lost your mind a long time ago!" Vicky returned, lifting her chin up stubbornly.

A metallic taste flooded my mouth as fury erupted from the depths of my chest. "This isn't your home, Mable. You can't just slap anyone you like in public. Are you out of your mind?" I snapped. Mable pulled her hand back, then lifted her chin. "You're just a singer at a bar," she said, completely unbothered. "What does it matter if I slap a bar girl who's upsetting the guests? Today, I'm teaching you a lesson on Dad's behalf."

Damien was down there so I hung the torch and crouched. “What is it, Elder Tuhr?” Damien hissed, seemingly annoyed. Huh…was he that pissed he did not get to “pour his seed”in me? I caught sight of the person he was addressing— an older man whose face looked like it was caving in from age. He had an insanely long beard too, so when he spoke, I couldn't see his mouth at all. “I-It's the reckoning, alpha king! I…I have never seen magic like this one. It's dark witchery, my lord!”

He turned to look at the maid, his eyes transmitting a message only known to them, but she understood his unsaid words in their entirety. (Don't tell me those boys...) - Those were her thoughts, he was scared that it was the truth. "Azazel, those males are they in the report?!" - He screamed at him. "Let me check." - He started to flip the remaining pages and soon found the one he was looking for. "The males are known as; Minamoto Reiji, Human. Age 22, Son of random high-class Human Mages, has Sacred Gear 'Perfect Warrior'." - He mentioned the first one.

Hamish pointed at the subdued bodyguards and my disheveled clothes. He then went on, "You call this negotiation? If we hadn't arrived in time, this would have been a serious crime of violence! Mr. and Mrs. Jost, not only are you suspected of illegal trespassing and coercion, but more importantly—" Hamish took out the document I had seen earlier from his briefcase and continued, "You keep insulting Stella. Take a good look at who she really is. This is a DNA test the suspect, Rachel Jost, secretly conducted a year ago.

He expected to find a masked killer cornering me in the shadows, but he found me playing the role of the monster instead. I gripped the carved hilt of the sacred silver offering dagger and pressed the sharp edge flush against High Priest Kaspar's wrinkled throat. My bare feet slipped slightly in the puddle of rainwater and dark mud pooling on the polished marble floor. "Drop the weapon right now, Callista!" Ajax roared over the howling thunderstorm raging outside. His deep voice shook the ancient stone pillars and commanded absolute obedience from everyone inside the room. I did not lower the silver blade or step away from the holiest man in the kingdom.

I glanced at her retreating figure, then back at the vase, the desire for revenge burning hot in my chest. Without thinking, I rushed toward the vase, my hand wrapping around its base as I lifted it. My heart raced, my vision blurred by the tears that had begun to spill down my cheeks. I raised the vase above my head, ready to strike, but just as I was about to bring it down on her, a sudden grip tightened around my wrist.

He hated the freak having any edge over him. “How is this possible?” The Healing Master asked. Donton explained to the stunned audience Judy’s role and what awaited them if Tenebris wasn’t stopped. “Only by uniting the relics, can the disaster be avoided.” He concluded. There was a tense silence while everyone waited for Corpa to give his opinion or, have the first word. The silence was broken by Tok's petulant voice. “I don’t believe this garbage! Those beast and bloodsuckers probably set up the who Moon Pool nonsense to scare this old fresh skin into taking our relic.”

She reached into her cloak and pulled out a small wooden token carved with the sigil of Shadow Fang—a crescent moon wrapped in flame. "Take this," she said. "It will grant you entry to the council chamber tomorrow at dawn. There, you will face the elders, and they will question your loyalty, your motives, your past. You will answer truthfully. And you will not leave until you convince them you belong here." Kael took the token, feeling the weight of it press into his palm like a promise. --- That night, Kael stood in the Moonspire’s outer halls, staring at the token under the glow of lantern light. Ember appeared, silent as always, watching him with a gaze that held quiet warning and unexpec

But I was really yearning to breathe the fresh air outside this hole. "Are you going to ignore me today also? I mean you should get a break from those books you read always." Nick is an annoying prick. I learnt his name the second day I got here, Nick Thatcher, he had been in an accident and was in rehab for that. He is a rich guy but very down to earth, it was part of his timetable to annoy me every single day and I just ignored him.