Moebius Tokyo Revengers Novels & Stories

He watchted them with a smile while his fingers typed the words to his men. 'End them too....' THE END 'REBORN FOR REVENGE ' - SIGNING OFF OFFICIALLY. AUTHOR: Thanks for supporting the story and making it to the end. Love you all and wish you all well on your future. I hope you all will support my other books as well. Bye! See you all soon in another stories!

It was a very low move but it made Morbius fall down on his knees. "Don't underestimate me," Lupo said and was about to knee Morbius's head. It was a painful contact but Morbius was not feeling anything since he was focusing on controlling the circulation of his blood. He was just preserving himself as he bought some time for someone's vengence that Lupo could not sense at all. He kept sending enormous attacks on Morbius but he was only getting angrier when he was not fighting back. "FIGHT BACK, ASSHOLE! FIGHT BACK!" Lupo was screaming at the top of his lungs as he kept raining Morbius random attacks from every angle. But Morbius was just on his defense until snapping strings began echoing t

Simon advised wearing a smile on his face. "How do I show gratitude to the same people that murdered my parents?" "They did murder your parents but it was out of self-defense... Your people started the war but we're victorious and no survivors were left only little kids like you were spared, after so many years you become Luna and you want to vent out all the hate now that you're Luna... That's ridiculous" Simon chuckles,

REBORNED EPISODE Nine Deirdre POV Splash! I splashed some water on the so called crypto and he gasped. He slowly raised his head up and struggled against the ropes that are around him while sitting on a chair. He squint his eyes at the tiny bulb hanging above his head. “Somebody, help! Is someone here?! Where are I?!” He finally had the strength to open his mouth after trembling like someone being drenched at the club. He is probably like that because a gun wasn’t placed against his thigh.

Attached is a tag with three engraved words: FOR SUBJECT ZERO

"I need your help." Mia frowned, trying to piece it together. "So, should I introduce you to a good doctor? I have a cousin…" I cut in, not waiting for her to finish. "Yes. Please connect me." "Really?" "Yes. Your cousin, Amory." She looked shocked. "He's not a doctor, he's a CEO…" She paused, thinking over my words when she realized their true meaning. "Hold on. You can't… so, it's not a family epic. It's a revenge tragedy. No, no. If he's your sister's man… this is melodrama."

“You’re not theirs anymore.” I whispered: “I’m mine.” And with that word, the weapon in his hand burned completely to ashes. The pieces rained to the floor. He fell to his knees. But didn’t surrender. He smiled. “I am reborn.” His voice turned darker, not human. He spoke in tongues older than silver, older than blood. He stood taller and stronger. “Blood remembers. Debt awakens.” I prepared myself, but the splinter in my palm ached. My vision blurred. The tower shook again. We fell to the floor as something cracked open behind us. Chains fell.

Standing under the shower, she began to think about everything that had happened to her throughout the day. While thinking, she said to herself— “No… I won’t be weak anymore. I will not repeat my past mistakes.” After saying this, Sia came out, freshened up. She wore a loose T-shirt with a Doraemon print on it and paired it with a palazzo. As she was coming downstairs, her eyes fell on the main gate. Seeing that, she quickly ran… and hugged her sister-in-law tightly. Yes… it was Kashish. ❤️😊

Blood burst out of her eyes, nose, ears, and throat at the same time. It was horrifying to watch, and for a second, Honey and I felt a tremble in our body but it still felt nowhere near our misery. "I, Ruben Westbrooke, call upon the Moon Goddess to be my witness." Ruben didn't stop at that; he spoke again, and now I was completely confused by what he was going to do next. Because he didn't tell me anything else about what he was going to do next.

"You are so weak and pathetic. Why didn't you die with your miserable mother and make everyone happy." The words hurt Roydo. The servants standing round looked at him with pity, and Tok with hate. "Don't talk about my mother that way." Roydo said, trying to keep the pain out of his voice. "Or what? What will you do fresh skin?" Tok taunted. "Fight me?" He picked up the sword Almon had been using and threw it at Roydo. "Go on, pick it up. I've waiting years to give you a good beating. Maybe the bruises will put some color into your ugly body."