Tokyo Ghoul Furuta 소설 & 이야기

The battle for survival has just begun, and only one will emerge victorious in this war of shadows and secrets. Out of nowhere, Gilbert and Louise find themselves under a sudden onslaught from Sasha's horde of followers. The assailants swiftly extract minuscule tufts of fur from the bewildered couple, their actions quick and calculated. With the stolen fur in hand, they swiftly deliver it to Sasha, who eagerly receives the macabre offering. Sensing a sinister purpose behind this vile act, Sasha wastes no time in passing the harvested fur to Jude, an accomplice in their malevolent scheme.

Wolf stepped up with a smiley face and pointed at Gustav. “Hey, you. Furball, yeah, you. That punk said you are born with super strength? Well, I happen to have super strength as well. Get over here and I’ll slap your face off!” “Arcadian monkey, you’re asking for it!” Gustav bellowed and marched to Sven. “Kaze Lee, where did you find someone as stupid as him? Kodiak hates it when people call him Furball. Hahaha…” “He’s going to slap Kodiak's face off with that tiny frame? Go back to sleep!”

He took his time and finally fixed his attention to the short girl with butterfly hairpins, thinking he would easily devour her. As soon as he was done calculating, he jumped as high, alerting the three humans. But as the ghoul’s increased speed, he immediately took his target and disappeared within a blink leaving Yushiro and Rebecca to freeze in the moment. When they realized, they spread and chased the ghoul.

“What’s going on here?!” “Does that kid know witchcraft?!” Carol and the Islanders were frightened stiff after seeing Naoto’s state. Harvey only snapped his fingers before Naoto even fell to the ground. Was it merely a coincidence? Or was Harvey really that powerful? The discreet Elder of the Shinkage Way showed a horrible look on his face as if he thought of something. He then rushed toward Naoto and covered up his chest with his right hand. That person’s name was Ryuichi Furuta. He was an Outer Elder of the Shinkage Way, and Naoto’s personal bodyguard.

Regardless, upon hearing that name, Ryugu couldn’t help but frown as he said, “…Gerald Crawford? The Futabas?” Before their plan to assassinate Fujiko, the Hanyus had thoroughly investigated the Futabas, and to Ryugu’s knowledge, the Futabas had no such guest by the name of Gerald. With that in mind, Ryugu immediately thought about what had happened at the hotel the other day… Could the mysterious individual who had beaten Saburo up and saved Fujiko be this Gerald person…? Finding Ryugu’s reaction strange, Kai then asked, “You know him?”

It was not hard to tell that he had been chopped up while still alive. I stumbled a few steps backward fearfully, but Jorvan moved forward to stand by my shoulder. “His name is Felix Ratchett. In life, he was a cop who went after drug dealers. He was a good person. As a ghoul, he’s only grown more battle-hardened. He’s not very merciful toward players.” As Jorvan was still telling me about Felix, Felix had swung his chainsaw toward the table full of food. Luckily, Anella moved fast and used her hoe to block the chainsaw.

He loses track of Eden, and he is well aware that fighting blankly with the Alpha only carries him with death, but not with a firearm in his hand. Suddenly Furgo sees a large dire wolf figure. Just now he's about to shoot the big wolf, his body goosebumps by the aura that's behind him right now. "You're quite talented as a leader, bringing together a free-living Rogue. Unfortunately your greed brings you to this point." Furgo could hear Eden's whispering from behind his body. His hand will swing and then held hard, and he can feel the claws penetrate his skin. "AAA!!!" Furgo shouted, then fell to his knees with a face that held back the pain. When he tried to turn around, his collarbone imme

I sighed. I put my shades and cap on before jumping down from the rooftop. I look from left to right before crossing the other street. The guards welcomed me. His men are lined up outside too. Fumihara Shiro, is one of our trusted partners BEFORE. He rules the biggest Yakuza Organization here in Japan and pledged to be our associate. He's our best trade partner of weapons, but little did we know he's stabbing us from the back. Tsk. "Excuse me." A waiter paused and looked at me. He smiled and approach me.

He said. Autumn looked at the ghoul then asked the ghoul, "What do you want." "To know the person who summoned me?" He said. She rose her hand and answered, "that would be me." "Thank you. Forgive my, but my name is the only thing that I remember, I don't know why." Kazu said. "No one cares." Jay shouted. "But I do, miss..." He waited for her response before she said a word. "Autumn."

My fangs pressed against my lips, ready to tear his throat out if necessary. "This body is human, but his soul is no longer of this world. I've taken it over. My name is Izu. I am a demura. And this forest is my hunting ground." I curved low, getting into a fighting stance. I had no idea what a demura was, but he should know that I was not his prey. Opening my mouth, I released my fangs. The man's blood smelled rotten. No way I would drink from him, but my fangs were razor sharp and made a great weapon.