Taro Tokyo Ghoul Novels & Stories

Killian nodded towards Aurelio. "Uh huh!" He said sweetly. "Okay," Aurelio purred and pulled out a container from his pocket and opened it then pulled out a fork for Killian. Inside the container was human meat. Toma sniffed the air before tensing. Killian looked at the fork and then at the human meat before he took the container and started to eat it with his hands, looking pleased that he was being fed. "He's a ghoul," I told Toma softly. "They eat flesh... but he's fed often so he doesn't ever attack anyone."

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.

They were in utter disbelief. Even Sakura had no idea what to feel that time. She had witnessed Taro’s strength. He was a genius that could split a boulder in half with a single slash. A true top talent of the Island Nations. But he seemed just like a dead dog before Harvey. Thump! When Harvey raised his hand once again, Taro suddenly crawled up from the ground and kneeled after coughing up a mouthful of blood. “No! Please don’t hit me! “Here’s the medicine… Here it is…”

It looks like an abandoned underground base or labyrinths. The torches on the wall were neatly arranged so that Yao Tai could see more clearly at this place. Yao Tai looked ten meters away from him. There were five ghouls standing around doing nothing. He could clearly see their rotten flesh. He waved his sword and lunged forward. Swoosh! "death!!" He roared as he waved his sword. Ra's al Ghul flew off and crashed into the ceiling. Heavy blood splattered everywhere. Yao Tai ignored this and kicked the ogre's body, which cut off its head.

"Struggling to fill your lungs You'll suffocate within this world you hate and There is nothing that you can do" My legs glowed with power as I kicked the Tiger in the face! I summon all the smoke from my other illusion to gather around the Tiger and stayed there. The tiger soon starts suffocating. The Lion and the Jaguar took the opportunity to attack me. The Lion punched my helmet which made me a little disorientated while the Jaguar punches my gut. I fall backward but keep myself standing as I shook my head trying to get myself focused. Fu*k! Now you done it! ( Song: Tokyo Ghoul Asphyxia)

Chandler stopped us before we could even leave the building. "Julia said you had an aversion to guns, however, with those zombies sometimes hitting them hasn't worked," he warned ominously as he handed me a rifle. "Soul eaters," I said as I grabbed the stupid rifle and checked the safety and the chamber. "What?" they said. I gave them a disbelieving look. "Were you guys not listening? They are not zombies. They are soul eaters."

Naturally, civilian #3207 would never pass up the chance to become someone capable of improving lives! In-person, Zen Taro looked no older than fifteen and was on the shorter side. He was scrawny, had fluffy chestnut brown hair and didn’t look like a young master of a mafia family. His warm brown eyes didn’t reflect any darkness, and he was untouched like a flower in winter by the darkness of this world. One look at Zen Taro and civilian #3207 could already tell that he had a kind personality even if he was slightly more timid than civilian #3207 was. “You must be Zen?”

She scrolls through while reading their names. “Bitan… Furuōgi… Rokurokubi… no wait maybe it’s in the other folder.” She says and switches to the other folder to search for it. “Here it is!” she says while comparing the photo of a Tako nyūdō to the tentacle monster that they had encountered. [Author’s Note: Tako nyūdō is an octopus like yokai which is quite similar to the one they encountered… The octopus is a direct translation for Tako. I don’t know what the other thing means to be honest.]

I looked over his features and took him in. His dark hair was low but still looked soft to the touch. His brown skin showed no blemishes, his eyes were a chocolate pool of mystery, his jaw was sharp with a line of a dark beard boarding his sharpness, and with a fine line of a dark hair just above his upper lip. He was gorgeous no doubt about it but he was still a gorgeous almost-stranger in my place of residence. "Taro. Taro Myers." He put out his hand to me, one of those same hands that had just be holding his goods, I looked at his hand with disgust before I lowered my bat and began walking back over to my kitchenette needing to be closer to my knives.