Tokyo Ghoul Cochlea Novels & Stories

A lullaby for a broken machine. Cale closed his eyes. He leaned his head back. "Frequency accepted," Cale whispered. "Sleep, Cale." "I am listening." "Just sleep." Cale drifted off. Elion watched him. He looked at the notebook on the table. Anomaly 117: The Sound. Fact: Music triggers a shadow of emotion. Fact: Cale is losing physical coordination. Proprioception failing. He wrote a new note. He is becoming a ghost in his own body. I have to anchor him before he floats away completely.

“Fran!” I didn’t notice I’d lowered the beam a few inches, just enough for the foul thing to crawl up to the ceiling toward me. Kujo’s warning made me look up again, in time to see it pulling from an old light fixture right above my head. The damn thing was fast and strong, and it tore the fixture off in a single yank, while I still tried to figure out what it was doing. I was hardly able to jump to the side to dodge it. The fixture crashed on the floor, the noise echoing all over the tunnels. The crawler growled, angry he’d missed me, but took the distraction to jump to the open door and run away. “Go, Kujo!” I cried. “Go help Gina!”

Faint chanting sounds echoed through the air, creating an eerie atmosphere. With this attack landing while the Mountain Mover and Lumen continued their assault, cracks finally appeared on the cocoon. "Damn it!" Felix kept up his relentless attacks. He was really giving everything he had, and he felt his soul energy rapidly dropping. He had gone all-in, holding nothing back. Suddenly, as the cracks on the cocoon multiplied, it finally shattered with a strange noise that made the soul tremble. At that moment, Felix saw what was inside—Koros' body was half black and half red, which looked extremely bizarre.

ten eyeball on each eye socket, does it mean, there were ten skeletons joined together, to make this single one, the skeletons were very big to belong to only one dead human, now she understood it. Just then, the creature opened his mouth, she could see the spittle hanging on one end of his gum to the other end of his gum, she could see dead rotten flesh, and she almost vomited, but that was not what concerned her, her concern was that, the Gashadokuro was about to eat her alive, she raised her hands, hoping to break free, but she stopped at mid way. Remembering the flute, quickly, her hands went to her bag, bringing out the flute, she set the flute on her lips, and quickly, she sang a sweet

Christian began to walk again but didn’t make it more than a few steps before a glowing white brightness materialized right in front of him, and Jo realized at the last second that she was looking at a set of teeth--razor sharp teeth, flying right at his face. With a quick snap of his trigger, Christian dispatched whatever the hell that thing was, and it fell to the ground with a heavy thunk right in front of them. Whatever it was, it had to have been huge for it to shake the tunnel and knock small rocks free from the ceiling and walls the way that it did. “What the hell was that?” Scott asked, his voice wavering. He was standing behind Jo, so she couldn’t see his face. “Tunnel snake,” Chris

I went inside the basement with a torchlight, it was quite like he was not there but i knew he was watching me. "Hello bro" he yelled, though it was my voice but it made me scared. "Long time no seen" he continued but i was not yet seeing him. "Show yourself punk" i screamed, he angrily threw me a humans head , a dead human head and it was Mr franklin's head, i wanted to drop tears when i saw an innocent person's head but i had no time to cry, i had to run away , i almost reached the exit but he was there before me then he blocked the way .

"Just don't be afraid of me. If it bothers you, don't look." With those words, he seemed to dissolve into a thick stack of black fog. His face peered from the center and took on a horrifying, almost demonic appearance, with glowing red eyes and elongated features made of the same fog. Emily opened her mouth in a silent scream, but the only sound that emerged was an almost inaudible squeak. "Don't look," he commanded, his voice sounding like a haunted howl of wind. "Hold on tight," he instructed as the group barreled through the line of werewolves and into the night.

“Great, now you sound like our trainers.” “There’s a difference, though. We grew up with each other. The guy with the gut wound could be my brother or my cousin, my best friend. Get the idea?” “So, who are these Hell Hounds to you then? So that we know.” “Aria Redgrave. First cousin and a couple of years younger than I am. She’s the computer expert I was talking about, Hal. Please don’t get on her nasty side, or she will waste your time with so much computer nastiness your head will spin. Then we have Devine Kelos. She’s relatively new to our team, but she’s got a nose that can hunt anyone or anything down in a blink of an eye. It’s scary to watch Hilda play a game with Devine. Hunt for the

"Drop your weapon, Hector. You will face the gallows for high treason." Hector looked at Gideon, then at me, a twisted, maniacal smile spreading across his pale lips. "I won't die on your gallows, Gideon," Hector whispered. Before Gideon or I could close the distance, Hector reached into his dark coat and pulled out a small, glass vial filled with a swirling, pitch-black liquid. With a frantic, hysterical shriek, he smashed the glass against his own teeth and swallowed the dark shadow-elixir whole.

It had been months since the night Victoria Walker disappeared into the black liquid, and Elias Thorne’s ghost became something far more dangerous. The thing now called the Collective Echo was locked deep inside the secure facility. They’d built a special chamber for it; a cage within a cage, wrapped in exotic metals and lined with electromagnetic pulses designed to keep it quiet. Still, even in its silence, the Echo didn’t feel dormant. It gave off a strange, low hum like it was breathing.