Purple Haired Tokyo Ghoul Novels & Stories

They reached for Méah's face to enter on her mouth but half of their bodies were tied to the black smoke. Just then the black smoke pulled them back to where they came from. But because the black crystal was broken, Purple Smoke's body became the replacement. Purple Smoke could only scream for help as they devoured her flesh, blood, and soul from the inside. The youthful glow on her face drastically turn into the likes of a mummy as her hair turned white. Her eyes were deep and sunken. And her skin became one with her bones. Within a few seconds, she finally took her last breath. Soon, her body turned into ashes and disappeared.

“I just want to check your wounds…” He studied her eyes then, and his breath caught. Deep purple. The exact same shade as his own. Odd. He had never met another living creature—or human—with eyes like his. His hand inched toward the bandages he had applied yesterday. The growl rose a notch, soft but warning, yet she shifted her nose upward in what seemed like reluctant consent.

One left. She turned, her chest heaving, her knuckles bleeding beneath the crumbling stone armor. The third monster had stopped at the edge of the mud trap. It looked at its dead companions, then looked at the human woman standing amidst the gore. It didn't charge. The chaotic purple light in its eyes began to pulse with a blinding, erratic intensity. The veins on its grey scalp bulged, glowing with toxic, unstable mana. This was no mere brawler. This was a Mana-Ghoul—a creature whose internal magic was so volatile and broken that it was essentially a living bomb.

The foreign girl had lit up as soon as she looked in the bag and just started cooking, they had all hoped she knew what she was doing. “Sinclair liked the purple one best, he did,” the lad pointed to the tiny flecks of purple on the rind, “stopped his head from pounding he said. He had her put it on all sorts of food and sometimes drink.” Izzy covered her mouth and her eyes widened. Purple. She hadn’t noticed it, but he was right. There were plenty of little purple flecks. She didn’t know many poisons, but purple was likely Aconite. There would be more than enough on that meat to poison the whole room. Maybe even kill them if they ate a lot of it.

That's why he was shocked as he saw his soul seed. "Why... Why is it like this...?" Tsarayu muttered to himself, feeling shocked. Tsarayu knew that the soul seed of a cultivator was always white in color with no exceptions, but the soul seed that Tsarayu had was vastly different. Tsarayu was shocked to see that his soul seed was golden in color, and he could also see there were a few violet patterns on his golden soul seed. He did not know why this was happening. "Why is it golden? Normally it should have been white! Was it because of this cultivation technique? And what's with these violet patterns?" said Tsarayu to himself, but he could not think of the answers to his own questions.

‘What an unusual colour you are,’ I state. ‘I hear your mate is much the same…’ he stares as we start running through my land back to the pack house. I think of Khai and Lilith and note that he’s far whiter than Khai. Obsidian being a dark grey Wolf with browns smattered throughout his fur. But Lilith is pure white, with that purple glow that’s highly unusual and never heard of. In fact, thinking of it now her eyes are just the same. Glowing purple as Theseus’s do.

Gross. His dark brown hair is long and greasy from being left in the cell and the purple hue has taken over his hazel eyes. I do notice the purple isn’t fire like mine. It’s more like someone stuck a glow stick on him to create a silhouette. I don’t try to stop him and I don’t let the rest of my family go. This is my fight. Jena got her time to reciprocate his treatment of us, now it’s my turn. I can hear everyone behind me yelling at me and I know I am going to be in so much trouble with Cam, Dakota and Oliver, but I want my shot at this asshole.

Casio’s POV I watched as the cab drove off, standing at the curb, a smile formed on my face. This girl will be the death of me. Her beautiful blue eyes that could devour your soul if you let them. Her choice in hair colour, purple with those pink highlights, made her eyes even more blue. Curious what her natural colour is? It doesn’t matter. She was perfect, her small body, which made her look like a pixie. Fuck, she was just beyond perfect.

Finna whispered in a low tone. "Wait a minute," I said, "Did you just say she has a mate? Like, a werewolf mate?” "Yeah, but it's a bit tricky to explain. Come on, we don't have all day." She opened the door and stepped inside. I was stopped in my tracks. Standing on the kitchen top shelf was a woman. Tall and slender, with long, flowing purple hair that cascaded down her back. Her eyes, an eerie shade of purple, seemed to glow with an inner light. I felt a shiver run down my spine. There was something… magical about her.

I can see Bianca rearing her arm back to slap me once more, but my eyes snap to hers as I give her a deadly glare. A gasp falls from her lips as she meets my eyes, her skin becoming pale. Simultaneously, both of her lackeys release me as they begin to back away. “Do you see her eyes?” one of them asks. “They’re fucking purple!” Purple? I blink, the color clearly not returning to normal as they continue to stare at me with part fear and part astonishment. If my eyes are changing color like this then…then… Then it would be a result of my wolf.