Tokyo Ghoul Cochlea Novels & Stories

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.

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.

The European Council was dead, the cartel was ash, and her father was a ghost. But as Laila looked up at the dark, vaulted ceiling of the cavern, she felt a sudden, sharp spike of ice pierce the back of her brain. It wasn't a frequency from the engines, and it wasn't a memory of the ancestors. It was a message from across the eastern ocean a deep, low vibration that carried the scent of cherry blossoms, sulfur, and the unmistakable, suffocating clicking of a billion Soul-Eaters waking up beneath the mountains of Japan.

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.

Half a second later, a soul eater came skidding around the corner with its black eyes never leaving its target. She raced right towards me allowing me to grab her and basically toss her into the room with Bianca. I slammed the door shut just as the creature was almost on top of me. I put my back to the door so this creature wouldn't be able to get me on the ground and hopefully give me the advantage. However, I hadn't anticipated this creature being as fast as it was on all fours. As soon as I was turned back around and my back against the door, the soul eater was on me. It looked more animal than human and once it was in front of me it slammed its hands into the door right by my legs and us

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.

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!”