Suzuya Tokyo Ghoul Novels & Stories

she whispered, “under your clothes. A reminder.” We ended in Shibuya, crossing the famous scramble at dusk when the lights came on and the city felt like it was breathing. Sakura insisted we stop at a tiny café famous for matcha parfaits. I managed half of the towering green-and-white confection before my stomach gently protested. She didn’t push, just ordered ginger tea instead. By the time we returned to the Suzuki estate the sky had turned indigo, strung with stars. Dante was waiting in the courtyard, coat slung over one arm, sleeves rolled to his elbows, looking tired but content.

While some saw them as nothing more than fresh food on hand, others, like Augustine, had learned to use them for missions that only humans could carry out. "I am in a hurry and need to contact a deity," Augustine announced imperiously. "Master. What deity is this?" one of the three men asked. "There are more than eight million of them," explained a second. "Suzaku," Augustine said simply. The three men gasped and gave each other surprised looks. "The great deity Suzaku is the guardian of the city of Kyoto. You will have to go there if you wish..." the third man began to explain, but Augustine interrupted them immediately.

The morning of the fourth day did not bring a miracle. It brought a mountain of work. Neo-Tokyo was no longer a Syndicate stronghold, but it wasn't a paradise yet. The fusion of the black needle-ship and the white Spire had created a biological anomaly that hummed at a frequency that made the teeth of everyone within ten miles ache. The "Green-Ghost" vines were still pulsing, their black-and-gold leaves casting long, flickering shadows over the streets of the Gutter.

The soul eater sits on the floor, covered in blood and something else that I don't recognize until I open the door further and step in. Looking down, I see a disemboweled baby torn to shreds. It's in so many pieces that I can't even tell for sure what it is, except for the baby bottle half buried in the blood and intestines. Suddenly, the smell hits me and I have to bend over as I lose my supper. Sandwich spraying everywhere, even on the soul eater. She looks up at me and smiles while holding an arm bone and then begins gnawing on it.

The dark patches between the rooms made it seem eerie and didn't help calm me at all. A loud scream tore through the hallway and I booked it back out just in time to see Ms. Suzy darting around the corner with abject terror on her face. She kept glancing behind her as if something was following her. Half a second later, a soul eater came skidding around the corner with its black eyes never leaving its target.

Suzaku’s cold voice rang in the male martial artist’s ears. This was also the last voice that he heard in his life. Crack! Suzaku tightened her grip and snapped the man’s neck, killing him in an instant. She then threw him to the ground as if he were mere garbage. ‘What?’ Every member of Hydra Group in Phoenix Mount Diner was shocked. ‘What day is today?’ Three bearers of ill luck had come earlier and killed off so many of them to the point that they weren’t able to get their bearings back together, even now. Yet another two, who were much crueler, had arrived and killed someone as soon as they had slight conflict.

“It’s a Ryokan hex.” Kaze said indifferently, “Someone is out to get you. You were planted with a Ghoul Parasite. “The Ghoul Parasite feeds on your blood. It takes two to four weeks for the parasite to fully mature. Once it’s fully grown, you will die. “You would probably have three more days to live if I hadn’t knocked the Ghoul Parasite out of you. “You’re fine now.” Those infected with the Ghoul Parasite would have black undertones under their wrinkles.

My tummy felt hungry upon waking up and drinking the warm miso soup brings bliss to my heart. After 11 hours and 30 minutes, we finally arrived in Japan in their capital city Tokyo. Upon our arrival, there were two men appointed to pick us up. They are the men of the Yakuza that I'm about to meet. The Yangoku Clan.

The ghoul glanced at her questionably. "How do you know so much about the mers?" "Me? Cuz I'm ten thousand years old. Didn't your lover say so?" the ghoul said with a proud expression. Yukiya scoffed. "You don't look it. If you were ten thousand years, you either you would have become a prune or you six feet under," "I am dead. I'm a ghoul," he said with a small smile.

I tried to catch my breath and Higan slowed down his thrusts before pulling out of me. He rolled off of me and laid next to me as he tried to catch his breath. The room was silent but for our pants. I kept my gaze on the ceiling as I waited for my body to calm down. Higan sat up and rubbed my thigh. "You're okay?" I blushed and nodded. "Just sweaty." "Let's get cleaned up then," he said with a soft chuckle before giving me a light kiss. ~ The morning came quicker than expected and I was woken up by the sound of rushing cars on the streets below. I begrudgingly opened my eyes, revealing Higan, who was laying a few inches away from me. He was still asleep and his hair fell over his face adorab