Tokyo Ghoul Cochlea Novels & Stories

*Extra* Bug: why did he have to kill me T_T what did I ever do I just wanted to play *the soul leaving its body* Takeshi: No matter who is it no one can scare or bother my Koishi *stomping over each and every bug on the ground.* Koishi: wow the butterfly is so beautiful I love them a lot you know Takeshi both of the snape and design isn't the same on their wings. Takeshi: Okay leaving butterfly others has to die The bugs: hiding in the corner out of the danger zone...

With each step Chelsea heard the sloshing sounds of their boots against the wet ground , just ahead of them they could hear sounds of scampering and loud yells for help . They exchanged worried glances with each other and rushed in the direction of the voice . A little far away in a small opening , Lord Leopold Garcia was leaning against a tree , with a look of extreme terror on his face. He was surrounded by what Chelsea thought were goblins in loincloth at least they looked like Goblins - their skin was bottle green , they were stretching their long elongated fingers as if considering whether or not to put them around Lord Garcia 's throat and silence him altogether . Some of them were sni

Judging from the carcasses, and dried blood platters, this where mother hid her research specimens, and successful chimeras. The place was silent, but for sure I could feel killing intent in all directions. In a sense, these were all my indirect siblings… nevertheless we were made directly through mother's own flesh and blood, furthermore, our race was made with the best materials, two of which is the reason why I'm here. I walked slowly and saw a Dracaena Ghoul, a carnivorous monster that sneakily attacked me from behind. I deflect it's metallic tentacles with my sword and dash across it, skill was activated.

the officer asked, picking up a fragment. I looked toward Fleur. She stood in the corner, her face paler than the dead. “An infrasound generator.” The voice came out of nowhere. Daniel Cook, the head of the psychology department, had somehow appeared on the scene. He crouched down to examine the pieces. “Infrasound at 18.9 hertz can induce fear-based hallucinations. Paired with a specific melody…” His gaze shifted to Fleur. “This was your father’s work, wasn’t it?”

Just the house breathing its heavy, mechanical breath in the dark. [D******D COMPLETE. DATA MIRROR STABLE. DISCONNECT TRANSFERS.] Dante slickly wrenched the cloning drive from the administrative port. The screen snapped back to its standard green baseline, erasing every trace of the Level Prime intrusion. He slid the heavy, warm black plastic drive into his inner tactical pouch, right next to the Rossi blood ledger he had extracted from the chapel vault. He pulled his black coat back over his massive shoulders, his face returning to that unyielding, terrifying mask of the Ghost.

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.

Her shoulder was suddenly ripped apart by a sharp pain. Hailey collapsed to her knees, clutching her bleeding shoulder while letting out an agonised cry. With heavy breathing and horrifying joy in its eyes, the ghoul stood over her. "No!" Lila cried, preparing to throw herself at the creature. Her vision blurred, and the world around her started to spin. The ghoul's claws were inches from her face when suddenly, a roar echoed through the trees. A dark shadow flew past Hailey, colliding with the ghoul. The hit caused the beast to fall backward. Hailey blinked, attempting to zero in on the jumble of action before her.

They could only tell if you were alive by your heartbeat and breathing - two of which temporarily seized from us at the moment. Just when I thought it was over, the second shadow stopped in its tracks, and for the first time, I heard the voice of a ghoul. “Can you hear that?” It said, and the other stopped in its tracks. My eyes opened, and I found Ithra holding her breath afresh with her eyes tightly shut. She slipped up. “Hear what?” The other ghoul answered, seeming uninterested. However, the other refused to let up, “I just heard the heartbeat and breathing of something.” It said, sounding sure of itself.

POV: Rhea Mooncrest "Get your hands off me, you hollowed-out ghost! You aren't Ash, and you sure as hell aren't a god!" Rhea’s voice echoed through the crystalline tomb of the Under-Whisper, sharp enough to cut through the oppressive violet hum that now served as the world’s heartbeat. She shoved against the marble-cold chest of the entity wearing her mate’s skin, her fingers burning where they touched his translucent, bruised-violet flesh. Ash—or the thing inhabiting him—didn't move. He simply stared down at her with those terrifying, static suns of violet light, his expression as vacant as a desert sky.

"This is what I was built for. I’m the only one who can harmonize the gravity-drive with the Null-fold." He didn't wait for her to argue. He plunged his hand into the liquid Aether. The scream that left Leo’s throat wasn't human. It was a digital, modulated shriek that echoed through every speaker in the Spire. His vision shattered into a million fragments of data, the ship’s telemetry, the city’s power-grid, and the cold, vast emptiness of the upper atmosphere. He could feel the roots of the Green-Ghost reaching deep into the earth, and he could feel the cold, metallic hunger of the Siphon-Platform reaching down from the stars.