Tokyo Ghoul Book Set Novels & Stories

The lightness that she felt all over the day is starting to fade. After she ate supper, she took a bath with the help of Pauline. She did not linger long in the bath since it was bad for her to stay long. It's already night time and the world is already dark outside. The fences were already lighted and no soul is outside. Suddenly, a foul growl reverberated from the forest. Delorah absentmindedly looked at the window. She never heard of a ghoul before since she was living in the capital. The ghoul doesn't go to the capital since everywhere in the city is fire.

“You never told me that, baby girl?” Christian’s voice floats my way as Jenny nudges me gently and nods across the aisle. I had finally gotten into my book after all and blanked them all out as I was pulled into a magical world of Vampires and Werewolves fighting over human girls. I look up nonplussed, catching Arrick glancing my way with that infuriating unreadable expression and yet a softness to his face that I haven’t seen in a long time. He almost looks a little bit happy and it just makes me feel shittier.

Harold let his wolf which was beginning to chew on his insides as it ached to be let out escaped with a howl that caused the ghoul to stop for a split second. While his legs bulged and arched backwards, the ghoul that had been on Penelope shifted its attention fully from her unmoving frame and rested on Harold. When his skull was beginning to become harder, sturdier, more potent and solidified, the ghoul swayed towards Harold but with an hand which managed to become a muscular, veiny paw just seconds ago, Harold's wolf grabbed the ghoul by its neck and flung it to the ground. The wolf turned to look at Derek who was still on the ground and gave a shrill, terrifying howl.

Azrael said something in Japanese language that no one understood but I knew because Azrael had said it a few times when he was reading me a book. My heart is in your world. It was reference from an old author called Ushio Sakamoto. The book was called ‘Hearts with no bound’. It was about a humanoid male doll whose creator’s dying wish was for the doll to find a purpose to his existence, simply put to find a human that made his core beat and protect that human. He found that emotion with a female human. It was a classic piece that I had Azrael read repeatedly to me because it was romantic but tragic that it made me cry each time.

“Nothing special. Just a plain library. I already sensed something’s odd going on about her, so I sneaked upstairs out of curiosity and took this at least.” Takumi held his chin. It’s either those marks weren’t there before or Tomoya can’t see them at all with his plain vision. “So, what’s with that book then?” Scott asked, pointing the book with his lips. “It’s a grimoire, containing Shane’s family secrets. At least that’s what I’ve understood, so far,” Tomoya placed the book on the center table and opened it to the first page to where an inverted pentagram is drawn with droplets of blood covering the topmost part of it.

Taz turn on a small torchlight which he had taken along with him before sneaking inside the sacred library. Every book in the library was about the blood moon beast. Despite the alikeness of all the books, there was a particular one that caught Taz's attention. It was a grey book with ancient inscriptions. He pulled it out, dusted it and hid it inside his garment and hurried out of the hidden room. Unknown to Taz, as he walked out of the room through the secret door and out of the library, the secret room disappeared and there was no secret library there anymore.

“Millennia ago, in the midst of a war among species, many creatures sought to conquer and rule the world for themselves. Among them were horrific beings who desired only darkness and shadow. These beings dwelled in the deepest abysses of the earth, without a ruler to restrain them. Wolves, witches, and vampires, recognizing the imminent danger, decided to unite in a unanimous pact before the rift of the underworld. In an act of sacrifice, they abandoned their malicious and corrupted sides. They offered their blood, strength, and magic, using a pure shell as the vessel for that power. A…” I fell silent. The words in the book struck me like lightning, leaving me shaken and trembling at the rev

One volume called to her like a whisper against bone: *The Greater Veil: Finer Threads of Dominion* She pulled it free. The book was heavier than the black tome from her father’s library, its cover bound in something that looked like polished shadow-leather, warm to the touch. She opened it carefully. The first pages spoke of layered commands, of weaving intent so precisely that the dead obeyed without resistance, of turning even the strongest-willed undead into extensions of the caster’s will. Raven’s breath caught. She looked up at Victoria. Victoria read the title over her shoulder, then met Raven’s gaze. She squeezed Raven’s hand once—firm, reassuring—and nodded.

chuckled an elderly vampire seated in the center of the row of chairs across from him. Tatyana looked at the elderly vampire carefully. She’d never seen he before and assumed he was a relatively new recruit. “Just think of it as a type of Sushi without the seaweed and rice,” Gyozo added. A wail of horror unexpectedly passed Tatyana’s lips before she was able to regain control. She’d seen a lot of things in her years of captivity, but never had she seen something as appalling and barbaric as this. She wanted to run and keep on running.