Nashiro Tokyo Ghoul Novels & Stories

"But -" "Lillith, listen to me. Would you have found him if he’d been Taken?" She nodded, wiping her wet cheek on her knee. Nick being Taken, becoming one of the countless people that had stepped too close to a dark corner and become, for lack of a better word, possessed by a shade, was our biggest fear. When they took hold of your body they forced you from it, sending your wandering soul to the other world whilst they used your flesh to fight the rest of us in the light of day. It was these faces that Lillith searched, trying to find our brother.

Laila was forced back three steps, her boots leaving deep ruts in the gravel, her arms vibrating with a dull, sickening numbness that she hadn't felt since the Bank of England. Takashi didn't give her a second to recover. He lunged forward, his long naginata slicing through the air in a horizontal cut aimed directly at her unprotected throat. The steel blade was no longer humming with a blue electrical current; it was coated in a thick, oily black smoke that carried the unmistakable, suffocating clicking sound of the First Soul Eater.

My eyes fix on a place on the wall, but I’m not seeing its dull gray surface. My mind is spinning, reeling, thinking of all the ramifications of the past twelve hours. Cyrillius knows I’m a Nero. He knows Nymiah is a Nero. Did she and Zayne and Edan get away? Are they somewhere safe? What do they all think happened to me? And…Dad…

A Shadow Sect warrior stepped forward, his wrist flicking to reveal a flash of steel. "No, please!" Nash's plea echoed, filled with terror. "You dare?!" Zane bellowed, his form a blur as he lunged forward. As he was halfway through his desperate charge, a swift slash whisked past Nash's neck. A heartbeat later, a crimson streak blossomed across his throat, and blood jetted out with the force of an arrow. Nash's mouth gaped open, a silent plea for words that would never come. His legs gave one final twitch before stillness took him, his eyes wide as if in disbelief.

The car reeked of fast food and cigarettes. Paisley covered her nose, "Gross, who could live with this smell?" "Just get in," Nozomi hopped behind the wheel and revved the engine. "What are you doing?" Paisley waited by the door as the massive foot raised off the ground. "Helping Daiki," Nozomi proclaimed in "Now, get in." "Who are you, and what have you done with my best friend," Paisley spoke in a dubious tone. "Pitiful Nephilim, you are no match for Gashadokuro," The skeleton taunted, "I am eternal, I am indestructible, Eh?" Daiki and the demon were temporarily forced into silence by a car speeding towards the giant.

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.

Thanatos said as he stretched himself while walking up from the bed. "go, i will join you midway, i still have to brush," Thanatos said as he walked towards the wash room that was just located in the left hand side of the room. "can you locate the place if I teleport with the token?" Isekai asked Thanatos who has already almost entered the wash room. "though i now have a new body and my own will but still my body is still some drop of your blood, go i will find you," Thanatos said as he walked into the room.

​The "Great Hunt" had turned the surface of Neo-Tokyo into a neon-lit slaughterhouse. Above ground, the "Bounty-App" was chirping in the pockets of millions, a digital siren song of greed. But three hundred feet below the Ginza district, Leo Vane was leading a ragged procession of two hundred "Marked" shifters through a space that shouldn't have existed.

"Then they can die in the fire. Tell Hugo to get the boys ready. We're showing Tokyo that this city doesn't belong to them. It belongs to me." The phone buzzed once. "Who the hell is this?" Noah voice sounded like he’d been swallowing glass. "Your wake-up call, Noah. Takahashi is gutting the waterfront. Are you going to watch him eat the city, or are you going to help me poison the meal?" "I’ve seen the news," Noah muttered. "Why should I care?" "Because I have his MAC address and his internal servers," Lina leaned in, her voice a lethal whisper. "He thinks his Tokyo firewalls make him a god. You want to be the one to prove he’s just a man with a laptop?"