Tokyo Ghoul Cochlea Novels & Stories

It fought, snarling, trying to tear free, but the vines tightened, glowing with green fire. “Hold it!” I shouted, standing My vision swam, but I didn’t wait for it to clear. I charged again, the blade gleaming with moonlight. My blood was singing — not the beautiful kind of singing, but the old, wild rhythm that wolves know when death comes close. I leapt, drove the blade into the creature’s throat, and twisted. Its roar turned into a wet gargle. Gaia slammed her palms together, and the vines pulled. The ghoul was torn apart like rotten cloth, pieces of it flung into the chasm below.

"Okay, okay, easy. I’m just telling you about my favorite event of the day. Relax and keep yourself calm. I’m not sure if you’ll like what I’ll say next…" I think I know what he’ll say. The agency wants me to accept the offer because I’d clearly stated my disgust when it was offered. "Tic wanted you to accept the offer." Tic is short for Terror-In-Closet. The guy that I inadvertently caused a scandalous incident with. I think I’m still absent-minded that I didn’t straighten my facts.

I don’t even want to tell her about the exhausting day that I had. “…” She gave me a hard and piercing stare that meant she wants to hear everything even if I don’t want to tell her. “A monster killed one of my co-teachers. It’s called a winged-ghoul and it could detach its torso from its legs. I’ve never heard of one or even seen one before but it apparently feed on pregnant women.” “Oh my, how dreadful is that. Did it hurt you?” “No, I said I’m fine. We easily killed the thing.”

“No, it can’t be.” The self-centered guitarist felt a cold, crippling shock run down his spine after seeing the mysterious image. Taylor felt a similar dread. “I saw this image the first time I got Barracuda,” Taylor in awe. The image was a humanoid Kaiju covered in purple and black armor, but with the head of an octopus. “Is that --” “Mason Black,” Soundhound answered before Taylor could finish.

She hovered her left hand above them quickly to see if she could sense something coming from them and pulled it back to grab a black glove out of her jacket. “Were they by the graves that got raided? I will take these. We just started our investigation. It’s too soon to tell if they’re related to our case, but we will look into them. Thank you for bringing them to our attention.” Coralis knew exactly what these marbles were, but she couldn’t tell what they were to the caretaker. They were not marbles: they were spelled cages containing thick and highly concentrated smoke. If someone breaks any one of them, upon contact with the ambient air, its content will materialize into a ghoul.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

The hollow sockets of the decaying corpse-like figure stares at them. SCREEEEEEHCH! A high pitched sound raises the goosebumps along their arms and the men shut their ears. They are being tormented by the sound, some of their ears bleeding badly. The creature lets out a howl and to the shock of the men, several more skeletal monsters break through the coffins.

A ghoul now stood behind them only 7 meters away dangling his giant tongue like a whip. "Kid! You need to back off!" Falco grabbed Creed by his shirt arm and pulled him away. In the blink of an eye, Agenor and Colt bolted with their weapons to decapitate the beast. *SHHRRIKKKEEE The Ghoul screeched as he felt the bloodthirst against him. Nevertheless, Colt biceps bulged as he launched his lance towards the ghoul's neck. Unfortunately, before it could reach its target, the ghoul used his tongue to thrash his lance away from him. The impact of the tongue against his lance, Colt arm tremble and his grip loosened. The lance dug two feet into the ground.

Walter rumbled as they all settled their attention on Mantilo. "These claw markings....the scent of bile....the black fluids...." The large Clan Head said at first instead of answering, glancing dispassionately at the damage and claw marks all about the room. "That's is a definite sign that what I had feared all this time is true." He finally began. "These things, these intruders are called Ghouls. I hadn't come across one of their kind in many decades. So when I first spotted the dead moose's and the black slime on the bodies my memory was tickled, but I couldn't exactly put the pieces together until I visited the library and recovered a few scrolls...."

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.