Romans & histoires Tokyo Ghoul I Am A Ghoul

Tamara said. I guess his parent's death made him so reserved. I thought he was an arrogant jerk. Amelia thought. "I guess we've known each other. " Carlos said as he stood up. "Would you like to be part of us?" He asked Amelia. "Part of you?" Amelia asked. Carlos nodded. "We are the Ghosthunters," Xen said for the first time since Amelia woke up. "We hunt down ghosts that are a threat to humanity," Xen explained. "Would you like to join us?" He asked.

It was the sound of old parchment tearing. Aziz’s voice broke through my focus, his tone light and grounding. “You can do this, Peach Blossom. I’m not dying over here, okay? Not like last time.” He added a hint of dark humor. “We’ll do better this time around. I’m not ever leaving you, remember?” His words settled in me like a soft breath. For a heartbeat, my shoulders relaxed. But the relief was short lived as the first ghoul lunged, its parched skin stretched tight over a skeletal frame. I braced myself for the collision.

From where Trisha and Wilkes were, their hearts pummeled against their ribcage. “With... What?” Derek coughed out, trying to reach his axe but to no avail. “Who. Are. You?” “I ask the questions here!” the ghoul said forcefully with an unhidden tint of animosity. “You are going to help us get your friend, Harold Girard.” Like that, the ghoul twisted his neck tighter and as a reflex action, Derek opened his mouth wider, not daring to breath then unrealistically, Trisha and Wilkes watched the ghoul float into his mouth in mere seconds with its dark, smoky wisps gliding down his throat.

Austin asked, almost not believing what she said "How is you seeing me possible?" She asked, and he rolled his eyes, knowing she made a point. "With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself"

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.

The monstrous being unlocked the cell's door and placed the tray on the table. "Eat, drink." The being beckoned. Sally whinced in fear. "Oh don't give me that. You'll get over your fear soon. You should be grateful for you have become a permanent resident of the great Ancient Graveyard of Gladios, ruled by my master the majestic and wise Zilleh, a lich of unsurpassed power. Consider it a blessing. I am Hamid, a half-ghoul and chief grave digger of this graveyard." Hamid pulled a chair that was beisde the table. He pulled out a pipe out of his trousers' pocket and lit it with a lighter. The smoke was the same green mist that permeates the graveyard.

A ghoul—a smoky, semi-corporeal horror with glowing red eyes and clawed hands—materialized from the shadows and slammed into him. He grunted in pain as his back connected hard with the carriage, the breath knocked from his lungs. The cube clattered to the ground but continued its ominous pulse. The ghoul, joined by a second, shambled toward him. The mayor, witnessing this, screamed, and the few townsfolk nearby scattered.

My body hasn’t fully recovered from that and I didn’t know if I could handle another bullet today. The rogue rested his forefinger on the trigger but before he could pull it, a shadow dropped from the trees above. It was so swift, almost like a monkey swinging from branch to branch. My eyes widened in shock when I realized what it was; a body that was slightly bent down, sunken rounded eyes, fingers stretching into long sharp talons, razor-like teeth, and skin that wrapped around the bones like molten rubber—it’s a ghoul.

On her hand she was holding a doll — a doll with evil face and has eyes as red as blood. "Come and play with me," she spoke in a ghostly voice echoing inside the room. The police paused. Terrified of what they just saw. The unexplainable fear crept towards their whole body making their hair seeming to stand. After a while, screams of their terror covered the whole room. Waking up the nearby people inside their rooms. They hurried outside the area. Locking the door out. Hearing the screams, Raine hopped off her bed. Rushing outside their room.

Gage's POV: "They've got him Gage, he's locked in the basement," Alex tells me. "About fucking time," I growl and stand up from my bed. We do business with the Tokyo Mafia, and they've graciously let us stay in their guest house while we are here. Hayato, the Tokyo Mafia leader, has allowed me to borrow some of his men to bring in Amida. Amida is a cartel man who is helping Iris. And lucky for us, we've found him.