Tokyo Ghoul Binge Eater Novels & Stories

At Binge’s lair, the dream began. Once a core of Rivermirror’s hope, it had grown dark and foreboding. Binge—a man who once ended city-wide hunger and fought for peace—had achieved greatness, but at a cost few would dare to pay. The large table, sculpted in the shape of Rivermirror’s map, was where the remnants of the elites gathered. Around it, a fractured council sat, each burdened by their own shadows: Binge: With stress plucking his hair one by one and his skin tainted green from the relay core’s toxic exposure, he looked twice his age. The foul smell of death emanated from him, unmistakable and suffocating.

But her spells stand a chance to even reach it. “Mammon, what's the side effect if I absorbed all these black aura of hands?” I asked. “I don’t know but with Beelzebub’s Gluttony, you can devour things as much as you can. It depends to the user. If you can withstand the amount of things you ate, then there will be no side effect,” he replied. “Well, I do eat a lot and I’m not a picky eater. Maybe, I can withstand this,” I told him.

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.

Sometimes, he'd shove bizarre ingredients into his mouth, and other times, he'd shoot all-you-can-eat challenges. But the odd thing was, the more he ate, the thinner he got. By the end of the week, his cheeks had grown more sunken and gaunt. "Thank you everyone for your support! Starting today, Jonah will stream three times a day and for two hours each!" One day, I heard Sephine's voice in the livestream again, while Jonah just sat there with dead eyes. The table in front of him was stacked high in three mountain heaps of live octopus tentacles, raw chicken gizzards, and lamb's blood cubes.

The hoard of zombies—yeah, I am just going to call them that—all just gave him a look before completely ignoring him. Actually, if I am truly being honest, they seem to be avoiding him. And I just realize why when Beelzebub went and grab a scorpion latched on a zombie’s neck and ate it. Seeing this, the other zombies flee on sight. Levithan, Belphegor, and I were all stunned. It seems like we won’t be needing much of Levi’s water shield after all. Is it weird to say that Beel is basically eating his nieces and nephews? I guess we can confirm here that Beel is really living up to his reputation.

I closed my eyes and saw the 2 creeps on the floor, one of them was dead. The other one stood up and charged at the third guy. But what I saw was out of this world, literally. He sink his fangs into the creeps neck, this isn't real. Maybe they're all playing a joke. But it wasn't, he grabbed the guys head and snapped it. He dropped to the floor and that was it for him. "I was already full, but I can’t say no to blood." He said as he licked his mouth that was covered in blood.

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“Make sure not to leave any trace.” The goblin whooped, tilting his head back, jaw expanding like a python about to devour its prey. Rows of jagged white teeth flashed as he lowered his monstrous mouth, clamping onto Paul’s throat. He had watched Ghulik feed thousands of times, yet it never failed to amaze him how a full-grown mortal carcass could fit into that small belly. Ghulik tore into the flesh with fervor. Blood splattered, staining his gray skin. The sounds of flesh squelching and bones crunching echoed through the cold room.

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc

Haup! She eat like a starving ghost and took a whole piece of meat inside her mouth like its nothing. And at her opposite Aqua can also be found chugging down food and alcohol at the same speed as Megumin. Aqua - Haup! *Gulp*! Haup! *Gulp*! Even when both of their mouth is full they keep chugging food after food and drink after drink, like they are afraid the food and drinks will disappear if they don't eat it fast enough...