Novel & Cerita Tokyo Ghoul Deaths

No one is daring enough to do it. I would have taken it upon myself to ask Sin, but my concentration is focused on something else. Something lurking at the entrance of the throne room; something only I can see. Ten ghouls. These ghouls are waiting. Dark, grey matter is smeared on their clothes as their bodies itch with sores all over. They look worse than the previously dead people I have seen. These are the people who died recently. Death has come to punish me. Now, I have to accept my punishment.

At one point, she was so certain he was clawing at her bones. "Please... No! Don't touch me!" The man growled, claws sinking further into her flesh. Maya was frozen with fear as those sharp teeth flashed across her face. 'She's done for. This is where she dies.' The pain was blinding. And a part of Maya had already accepted her fate, death at the hands of a ghoul.

"If by okay you mean still alive and unhurt, then yes. But I am totally freaked out. Why was that thing sent after me?" She expected Thaddeus to dance around the question or lie. He didn't. "My best guess is it is because you belonged to Roderick. Likely it had orders to either destroy you or bring you back to its master." On second thought, a little sugarcoating would have been nice. "So, in other words, it could happen again?" "Not with that particular ghoul, no." "How can you be sure it's dead this time?" "Nothing, not even zombies, can survive without a head."

Blood and black spit flowed down her fur and paw as the horrible sound of crunching bone and pained growls lit the chaotic air. The female Clouded Leopard broke free of the Ghouls fangs only for her to stumble drunkenly on her four paws....and then collapse. The leopardess thrashed and hissed and growled. She tried to lick at the blood and venomous spit....but in seconds she was flopping in the field....and by the time anyone got to her....the leopard was dead. This was not a singular occurance. The death count...including Billy was now nine. Too many had died....the knowledge of the deaths that had occurred that night seemed to egg on Ezkeiel and his family even more. No Ghouls would leave

Even on the brink of death, I was still expected to arrange everything for my 'adopted sister'. Forget it. I have spent everything I had trying to please everyone, and in the end, I had nothing left. Finally, I could let go. My heart ached. I was too tired. I really did not want to fight anymore… Lilith cried and kept calling my name, but I could not hear her anymore. … On June 18, 2025, Jasmine died in a hospital five kilometers from home. No family by her side. She was only 27 years old.

Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart. Standing beside Evan, I screamed and cried. Countless people walked through me to try and save Evan. Alas, he was indeed an exceptional medical examiner. He knew the fastest way to die. Evan's body continued to twitch slightly. In his final moment, I saw him pointing toward me with his finger. He seemed to have spotted me. Smiling, he closed his eyes, putting an end to the last of his lingering attachment to this world. The situation descended into chaos as another medical examiner shook his head, signifying to Henry that Evan was dead.

She didn't so much as move a muscle, placing my hand under her nose my heart froze, she wasn't breathing, no, no, no, no, I panicked This can't be possible, we just spoke now, I had even teased her, there's no way she would be dead so soon, right? But I wasn't so sure, wait, where was I? I stood again but this time my eyes roamed around me. “Impossible” I whispered, bodies were littered like flies around me, all I could see were an endless pool of corpses and around me were those closest to me. Lilith, Celeste, Solis, Kayden, Xavier, Lily,” they all had their hearts ripped out, shock evident on their dead faces.

In timing. These souls were not scheduled. They were not substitutions. No balance was redirected to account for their removal. They were taken because Death chose to take them. That distinction matters. “You intervened,” I say. This is not accusation. It is record. Death does not deny it. He stands exactly as he always does when he carries excess, posture steady, attention precise. The markings along his form burn faintly, not fading, not dispersing. Pain contained where it always is. Within him.

The face was all scratched up, and anything on her body that could prove her identity was taken away, so we suspect it's an intentional murder. Hearing that the body was salvaged from Salakole, Winston paused for a moment, then he put on his sterile gloves with a poker face. I floated in mid-air, staring at the man in front of me. Three years... It had been three years since I died. After I died, my soul was trapped in Salakole, suffering in the fierce wind and freezing weather all day. Until someone found me, they brought me back. But I didn't expect that Winston was the person who would personally dissect me.

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***