Novel & Cerita Tokyo Ghoul Kakuja Kaneki

"I'm so sorry, Victoria. They didn't make it. Shortly after you left a Soul Eater broken in and attacked them all. It was like a shark feeding frenzy. They didn't stand a chance." My heart shattered and I breathlessly pleaded with her to tell me she was joking. That this was some sick, sick joke she was playing. But the sorrow in her eyes told me exactly what I didn't want to hear. My knees gave out and I fell to the floor as the faces of every person in the building flashed through my head.

The contrast of her—soft, warm, and expressive—against the darkness of the underground fighting world made her look like something otherworldly. And for some goddamn reason, Kane liked hearing her talk. Which was new. He pulled off his hoodie, leaving him in his fitted white t-shirt. He heard her inhale sharply, her green eyes flickering to his exposed arms, where ink covered his skin. The dim lighting in the car made her red hair shine. He smirked as he started the car. "So, uhmm..." she cleared her throat, shifting in her seat. "How old are you?" Kane kept his eyes on the road. "Twenty-nine. You?"

KAIDA I stood between realms, a fragile dam against a rising tide of spirits. Following the light radiating from each apparition within the estate, I anchored as many souls as I could, ushering them into the afterlife. My body felt like a hollow vessel; I could no longer feel the ground beneath my feet, yet I moved with desperate resolve. I had to protect my pups and my mates from the Gashadokuro’s impending assault. I could sense its birth—a dark, rhythmic pulsing that hammered against my skin.

The sounds of Enthro's distorted body growing larger by the second deep in the chambers below. Jourton: HE'S A JUKAI!! (Sliding to a stop to take a thinking pose for a moment with one hand under his chin and an overly deep-in-thought expression on his face, he snaps his finger causing a small spark to appear and says.) Kaiju!! Mr.Rei said the big monster thingies are Grotesque aka Kaijus. But he's no match for my FRIENDS!!!!

if I can recall his name is Seisaju he's one of the forth Strongest Kiyosaku. Seisaju : Well Shinjuku we're here. Shinjuku : Yessss Now let the games begin. S1 E10 "Life or Death"

They stand out from the others due to their outfits but thank God, they didn't show their tattoos. It was easy to spot them from the crowd so I approach them. They probably can't recognize us since we dress to blend in with the other tourist. They speak in Japanese and thinking I won't be able to understand them I replied, "shita ni kiotsu kero! Kono kuso yarou !! shini tai-no?!" (Watch your tongue! you fucker! Wanna die?!) They were quite shocked by the challenge I give but it was not long until they realize who they're talking to. They bow their head and apologize to me. Apparently, they didn't receive the notice that we will dress up as tourists and expect us to come like a mafia member.

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Kaen Tsukishima.”

Ren didn’t appreciate that comment much, and he didn’t speak to Tohya for nearly two weeks after that. A faint smirk was visible on Kanzaki’s face as he adjusted the black frame glasses resting on his nose. He was so skinny that Yuri could almost see his cheekbones jutting out. In fact, if she didn’t know any better, she’d have thought that Kanzaki was a skeleton masquerading as a human being. “It’s been awhile,” said Kanzaki. “Shibasaki. Kirisawa.” “You’ve been stealing bodies from Tokyo Medical University Hospital, haven’t you?” questioned Ren, going straight to the point with the mad scientist, his voice extremely cold.

Kenji, who had squatted in front of Shuji, slapped his head lightly. “You’ll find out who I am if you let me explain instead of interrupting!” Kenji scolded him. “Who… HOW DARE YOU! I’ll—” “Listen to me first!” Kenji slapped him again, harder this time, and Shuji finally fell silent. “Let me introduce myself. I’m a Shinigami—a death god who’s here to take your life.” Kenji wasn’t about to actually give his real name. Shuji, who had been panicking, now began to tremble in fear. Kenji’s calm, serious voice made him believe it.

She spilled cola on Kenichi's guitar when he didn't return her interest. Agawa- From Iceland and a college student, his ash blonde hair is natural. He plays bass, doesn't like listening to those he doesn't respect. Only respects people who have decent skill in music. Is popular among the ladies and has a fan club. Hagihara- A bald and tall young man who wears tinted glasses, is he a fan of Satoshi or he simply just shy? He tends to wear all black and his deep voice can unnerve many but unlike his appearance, he's actually a kind fellow and is often cleaning up Akemi's messes and misunderstandings. A mediator.