Tokyo Ghoul Drawings Novels & Stories

Or maybe he is struggling with the loss of someone close to him, or maybe he has terrible nightmares each night and is looking for an outlet…I’m truly reaching at this point. Perhaps some of these explanations would make perfect sense, if it weren’t for the uneasy feeling in my stomach. The drawings are just so...unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Is Noah really like this? I can’t imagine he would be, from the times I’ve met him, but how could I gauge from those small moments what he is truly like? He’s drawn demon like creatures emerging from a smudge of darkness. Each have eyes void of all feeling, of all mortal like tendencies. Dark hooked claws reach out, almost completely off the page, lik

It swirled in lazy patterns with every step I took, making it obvious no one had been in here for years. The stillness in the air felt heavy and untouched, as if the room itself had been holding its breath, waiting for someone to return and disturb it. Drawings covered the walls, some pinned haphazardly while others were curled at the edges where the adhesive had failed. They depicted all kinds of things, but the majority were creatures twisted, nightmarish things with too many limbs, hollow eyes and gaping mouths lined with jagged teeth. Among the creatures were strange Landscapes places that looked warped and wrong, as if reality had stretched too thin. There were also people, some drawn i

As I was thinking about it, Beth retreated to other side of corner and that female ghoul growled lowly on Draco and me ‘URRRGgggggggg……’ voice of female ghoul sounded as if she was choked in water, all of sudden her facial expression changed and she shifted her attention toward Mr. Hanzo who was unconscious, she quickly rushed towards Mr. Hanzo with help of her both hands and legs and stretched out her sharp looking blood covered claws towards him however the moment she touched him she shrunked back and I was able to see white colored smoke coming out of her fingers.

Not even a single try. “What does it say?” I asked, brows furrowing as I rubbed both of my palms to create warmth. The cold had been much cruel today ever since we arrived at the healer’s cabin. I encouraged myself to look at the drawings instead; the art style is pretty much gothic, if not ancient. It wasn’t inked. Hues of black and white were embedded on the golden brown pages of the material. I saw the graphics of a human and a werewolf. They were doing something strange… some sort of a ritual. Elliot did not flip the pages further so I ended up guessing that that was it.

It would be cruel to me. I'm surprised the wolf listened to me. From behind, I watched it as it looked at the two men escape as if it regretted its action of listening to me. The creature then slowly turned around and walked past me, heading further into the woods. I followed him. Pausing under a tree, I watched as he made his way towards a cliff and halted near the edge of it. The moon shone brightly down on its body, allowing me to see its dark and light grey fur with tints of black and brown clearly.

This isn't an outline, this is a full-blown drawing. “This is…” “A hobby I picked up, nothing interesting” He waves it off and my heart shreds up a little. I flip the next page and it's another drawing of me lifting a bloodied figurine high up above my head. My lips are pursed harshly and are painted a sharp shade of ruby red. My eyes are a different shade of brown, they look glazed over like I'm in some sort of bloodlust haze. There are specks of blood splattered all over my face and hands.

No way to block the entrance. Her chest tightened when a shadow fell over the opening. Then another. And another. Taffy’s breath hitched as the pale faces of the ghouls slowly appeared above the mouth of the burrow, peering down at them. Their heads tilted in unnatural jerks. Their jaws twitched. Strings of black saliva dripped from their teeth and pattered onto the dirt beside her. She clamped both hands over her mouth to keep from screaming. Their eyes found her. Empty.

I flipped the next paper, and froze. I looked over at him sleeping soundly on the bed and looked back at the drawing. Why would he draw this? It was an image of a lady with a red cloak. He had colored her with red. Then she was surrounded by green bushes. There were small rocks around the area. But what caught my attention the most, was his illustration of the pool of blood on the floor and a small child drowning in it. It was definitely the nightmares. I flipped through the other papers and saw other strange but similar drawings. A red eyed owl. An old house. And the last one was a drawing of an ancient Greek symbol. I couldn't place what it was.

Suddenly, he picked up a pen, making Akiko look at him in confusion. "Draw something to pass the time," he said. "There's no paper," she replied. "Drawing doesn't always need paper," Glen said, holding out his hand. While Glen stayed focused on the game, Akiko began doodling on his arm. He remembered the black tattoo across his back-her drawings were nothing like that. "Hah..." Glen and Hans sighed after finishing the game-then froze. Glen's arms were completely covered in ink-flowers, cats, and random shapes.