Tokyo Ghoul Cochlea Novels & Stories

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.

CHUG-CHUG-CHUG-WEEEEEE! A deafening, chaotic wall of distorted guitars and double-bass drumming blasted through the air. It was heavy metal. Specifically, "Raining Blood" by Slayer, played at maximum volume. Jack covered his ears. "What the hell is that?!" "Oops!" Hailey’s voice came over the music, sounding sheepish. "Wrong folder! I meant to hit 'White Noise,' but my finger slipped on my 'Doomsday Playlist'! Sorry! But hey, look at the frequency graph!"

Cole muttered, but he didn’t pull out, his cock throbbing harder. Another ghost man knelt between their legs, his cold tongue licking Mira’s clit where it met Cole’s cock. She cried out, hips jerking, the icy touch sending sparks through her core. “It’s licking me,” she gasped, fear lacing her voice, but her pussy squirted a hot stream down Cole’s balls. The ghosts held her thighs open, keeping her impaled, Cole’s thrusts growing frantic. “I can’t stop,” he groaned, eyes locked on the mirrors.

I call once more, hoping he can hear me. The ghouls hands wrap around my neck and my vision starts to fade. I can feel Nikolai’s presence in my mind. I know he is close by. The ghoul knows it too. He opens his mouth wide, all of his teeth turning into razor sharp fangs. I can hear a rattling noise, the telltale sign that a ghoul is getting ready to devour their prey. I don’t want Nikolai to see this, I concentrate with everything I have and push at his presence, expelling him from my mind. I feel alone again, and I know that Nikolai won’t have to watch me die. At least I could give him this. ***NIKOLAI***

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

I stared at her, this woman so different from the one I remembered, and felt utterly lost. Was this really the woman I had loved all those years? "Carrie!" A sharp, anguished cry cut through the air from inside the car—it was my father. He had just watched the love of his life, his wife of decades, lying in a pool of blood. Grief overtook him, and he struggled to break free from the car, but his captors held him in place. Adeline's face twisted into a sinister smile. Through the car window, she said in a low, cold voice, "Tell Samuel to come out right now and perform the surgery—or his mother won't make it."

He yanked the drive out. "Override Code: Museum Audio System!" Alex shouted. BZZZZT! Suddenly, the museum's speakers blasted at maximum volume: The roar of a T-Rex. ROOOOOOAAAAAR! The sound was deafening. The sensitive ears of the Hellhounds couldn't handle it. They whined, pawing at their heads, disoriented and stunned. "Let's go!" Mia grabbed her fallen baton and sprinted towards the skylight rope. Alex grabbed her waist and hit the winch button.

From where Trisha and Wilkes were, their hearts pummeled against their ribcage. “With... What?” Derek coughed out, trying to reach his axe but to no avail. “Who. Are. You?” “I ask the questions here!” the ghoul said forcefully with an unhidden tint of animosity. “You are going to help us get your friend, Harold Girard.” Like that, the ghoul twisted his neck tighter and as a reflex action, Derek opened his mouth wider, not daring to breath then unrealistically, Trisha and Wilkes watched the ghoul float into his mouth in mere seconds with its dark, smoky wisps gliding down his throat.

The last thing she heard was a smooth familiar voice yell; “Enough! She’s staying." data-p-id=7e9013ab2d2276816a3fc59976f040a9,Blood. More blood. Screaming. Blood. Screaming. Pain. Ghoul. Blood. Mum. Dad. Flesh. Human flesh. Blood. Ghoul. Pain. Dead. Both dead. Blood. Ghoul . . . Blaise.

How hadn’t I noticed the monster rousing? He twisted the blade slowly, grinding it against muscle and rib. A fresh wave of agony ripped another cry from my lips as my flesh gave way. "I just knew your cries of pain would be as enticing as the rest of you," he whispered. "Fucking bastard," I spat through clenched teeth, the taste of copper filling my mouth. I tried to wrench away, but I was sandwiched between two walls of immortal muscle. "We have the Mortal Reaper weak and defenseless in our grasp," Trench Coat whispered, his hot breath ghosting over the shell of my ear. I shuddered, fear and a dark, confusing heat coiling in my gut. "We can literally do anything we please with you."