Novel & Cerita Tokyo Ghoul I Am Tragedy

I felt like I was suffocating, my heart hammering a frantic, agonizing rhythm against my ribs as the word terminal repeated in my skull like a relentless death knell. Silver Decay. The curse of the unchosen. The terminal disease that rotted a wolf from the inside out until there was nothing left but ash. And it was eating my best friend alive. The guilt hit me next, a sudden, blinding wave of nausea that turned my blood to absolute ice. I stared down at my hands through a thick veil of tears, my vision blurring as a horrific flashback slammed into my mind. I saw the exact image of Amaris from just an hour ago…standing on the cold floor of her room, her face pale, her beautiful eyes wide and

The face was that of Igor, but everything else was unrecognizable, the blue twig-like lips and the dark circles on the mottled, ashen skin as he stretched out a diseased-looking hand to touch me. “Look what you did to me,” The thing that looked like Igor drawled in a distorted voice, rolling toward me at breakneck speed so that I sprang back, ignoring the sharp pain that pulled at my belly and gaping in horror, scarcely able to breathe. What the fuck?! “No! Get away from me!” I shrieked, throwing a small vase at the ghoul and watching the smoky form of its body hiss as the blue vase went through it to break against the rear wall.

It was a Psychological-Horror landscape—the sanctuary had become a gallery of Elara’s maternal trauma. "Elara, stay back," Kazimir warned, drawing his Glitch-Blade. The flickering edge hissed as it moved through the air, sensing the Corrupted-Code of the ghosts. "The garden is dying, Elara," the ghosts whispered in unison, a hundred different voices creating a Polychromatic Chorus that shook the ground. "The General is gone, but the shards remain. We are the 'Infection' you can never delete." One of the ghosts—the one in the lab coat—walked toward Elara. She didn't have feet; she drifted across the grass, the moss turning to gray ash beneath her. She stopped inches from Elara’s face.

Inside my apartment, I collapsed on the couch, my mind was everywhere. The photo. The rumors. The mask. The fear in his eyes. “Damn! I didn’t show him the picture again.” I can’t keep doing this blind. I grabbed my laptop and started digging deeper into “The Ghost.” I needed to know the whole truth. Because if I was going to stay fucking this man, if I was going to keep sucking his cum which I knew I wanted to stay. I had to know exactly what kind of beast I was falling for.

“My father was there.” “What?” “He killed me.” A crack appeared beneath my left hand. Then another. The transparent floor split in a circle. Hayate grabbed my shoulder and dragged me back as the glass collapsed. Black water surged upwards. Something rose inside it. A tall glass coffin broke through the surface and locked into place before the altar. A man lay inside. Pale skin. Black clothing. Long dark hair floating around his face. His eyes opened. Silver. The coffin cracked from within. Ayame stepped closer to me.

“What the fuck is going on?” Aria muttered beneath her breath as she saw the news flash on the TV. She was wearing a hoodie that was obviously not hers while holding a glass of water in hand. She felt dry in the throat after a hot rough sex session with her Greek god stranger. And so she decided to come get water, but didn’t know what actually pushed her to turn on the TV. Before her eyes was a dead woman with a bullet to her head. The sight was not revealed for too long as the body was imminent sealed in a bag.

A void replaced the pain, but it left a hollow ache. Years passed. I lived as a reaper. Cold. Efficient. Detached. I watched lives end and guided souls to their fates. One gloomy afternoon, I saw my mother's name written in the Death Note. I didn’t flinch.No fear. No sadness. Nothing.... Maybe it’s because I’m no longer human— Just a cold-blooded shell of what I used to be. I reaped my mother’s soul with steady hands. No tears, no hesitation. When it was done, I packed my things and left for Germany— an order from Thanatos.

"I remember nothing from my previous life but I happen to know that this was my home at a certain point in my life, you are my soul mate and to recover both my memories and my body, intimacy with you is needed so, marry me." Geneva recoiled instantly with all her might. Someone give her a bucket, toilet, anything. She wanted to vomit blood. She made a wailing sound from her throat. It sounded like a laugh and at the same time, a cry. This sound could scare even a ghost but luckily, this ghost seemed to be more rigid than a wall. She thinks: Am I supposed to be happy that I at least got a modest ghost who wants marriage before intimacy. One who thinks marriage before intimacy with it makes it

I hung on the doctors coat. " I'm sorry miss, we're all sorry, we all tried our best to save her" I let out my tears confused what am I now? my sister is dead. what am I? why is she so wicked. I paid my dad's bill with the money the stranger left with me. Moments later, the doctor came out after 2 hours of surgery. " Doctor" I arose calling out to him. " he is fine just need some rest" he said I nodded as he left, how am I gonna explain to my dad about Melissa's death.

The soul eater sits on the floor, covered in blood and something else that I don't recognize until I open the door further and step in. Looking down, I see a disemboweled baby torn to shreds. It's in so many pieces that I can't even tell for sure what it is, except for the baby bottle half buried in the blood and intestines. Suddenly, the smell hits me and I have to bend over as I lose my supper. Sandwich spraying everywhere, even on the soul eater. She looks up at me and smiles while holding an arm bone and then begins gnawing on it.