Tokyo Ghoul Deaths Novels & Stories

It was his yin and yang personality. This realisation gave him some peace, as he could now close his eyes to sleep. *** The deadly 6 had been out searching for the cause of the mysterious death of a vampire. It has now been almost 2 days since they started scouting but they found nothing. Cobra had delivered his chilling message from Lord Dracula to them and it seemed more messages were coming in by the minute. "This is the twelfth message of the evening!" Ax said frustrated. "12 vampire deaths have been recorded just tonight, the highest we have seen since the death of Silas".

One, just except my fate because I was tired as hell and had no will power in me to fight or fight despite my body not being fully awake because I had a daughter to life for and didn’t want everyone to come home to a lifeless body laying on the kitchen floor bleeding to death. Of course I went with the second choice because who the hell will I be if I let some intruder dressed like a damn ninja end my life. I’m the Shadow of death for god sakes so I wasn’t about to accept death so easily. So here I was crouched over the lifeless body of the mystery ninja who turned out to be a woman. Pulling the dagger out from her head, blood came pouring out staining the marble floor.

Hands grab me and hold me back and I fight to throw them off. “Let go of me!” Shawn, my father’s beta and Sandra’s father holds me back. “Come to your senses Celine.” He snarls. “Let go! No, Lor! Wake him up!” My denial has crumbled under the weight of the truth. Hart is dead, the latest victim in the gruesome series of murders via desiccation. “No.” I turn into his shoulder and cry, my heart breaking for the second time in only so many hours. “Sorry Celine, you may not touch him.” My father says, staring at the body gravely. “We don’t know if that can be contacted with touch.”

She goes where she has always gone. "I found a ledger," I say, and my voice comes out in the low careful dialect I have learned from listening to her, the register of a woman asking another woman to carry what she cannot carry herself. "In the chapel vault. It has an authorization code for a death that happened two years ago, a death that was ordered from inside this family, and the code matches the payroll sheets I transcribed in my first week. The same block letters. The same purple ink. A single initial." Nonna Carmela taps her forefinger twice on the stone lip of the well.

I clasped my hands around my mouth taking a step backwards as the Red ghoul rose, its blade dripping with blood. It advanced slowly towards me, like a predator would to its prey. I took another step backwards, stumbling on a log behind me. I stared up helplessly at the Red ghoul as he approached me slowly. This was it, this was going to be how I die. “Who the fuck are you? Why are you doing this?” I screamed out at it. “Why so much blood, what do you want?” All my questions were met with a dead silence. I didn't expect for it to answer me at all, but then it did. Just a single word that made no sense and at the same time it made all the sense in the world.

“It’s a Ryokan hex.” Kaze said indifferently, “Someone is out to get you. You were planted with a Ghoul Parasite. “The Ghoul Parasite feeds on your blood. It takes two to four weeks for the parasite to fully mature. Once it’s fully grown, you will die. “You would probably have three more days to live if I hadn’t knocked the Ghoul Parasite out of you. “You’re fine now.” Those infected with the Ghoul Parasite would have black undertones under their wrinkles.

Only one. Death Death is painful yet straightforward. By beheading, or a Darkling consumes them from within their soulless bodies. Once complete, they will turn to the ash from their birthright grounds. “How strange, yet sad,” I think while strumming my finger across the edge of the page. I sit and wonder how those women caused so much destruction and how so many loved them. The reality hits me like a ton of bricks. “... Sam! I bet this had to do with him!” I say his name an octave too loud.

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.

It was as if it was sealed in red amber, like a strange, mysterious, and crazy work of art created by a crazy artist. One centimeter apart… Bang! The last ray of light disappeared, and the entire scene in the live broadcast room darkened. “F*ck! This is too scary!” “They died so miserably! Their deaths are probably the most miserable!” “They were indeed miserable! They were directly turned into minced meat paste!” “I don’t know if it was the most painful, but this will be a challenge for the police! An autopsy cannot be conducted on those bodies!” “Those people deserved to die like that!”

He ignored the creature and kept walking, hoping that in ignoring him, he would leave him alone. “One of the men you made to choke the other day has died at the hospital. Guess which people are accused of killing him with witchcraft,” the man said again and Jason’s heart skipped a bit. “What are you saying?” he asked, turning to the man. “Nothing, bro,” Grant said, walking past Jason, then turning to look at him funny. Jason’s eyes were fixed on somewhere else and not him. He did not know what to make of it, so he continued walking. The latter had not seen him walk past.