Tokyo Ghoul Nails Novels & Stories

At the Bloodline Rite of the Nightborn, Count Louis Ashford knelt on one knee and asked the Council of Elders to approve our eternal blood pact. In my last life, I was so overwhelmed that I slit my wrist, ready to seal the pact, when Louis's attendant, Owen Mercer, suddenly burst in. He accused me of stealing the Sacred Blood Crystal offered to the First Ancestor, of plotting to betray the clan. They found shards of the crystal in my room, along with a forbidden curse hidden inside my amulet that veiled my scent. The whole clan denounced me as a traitor and called for a wooden stake through my heart. At the last moment, Louis risked everything to beg the Council to spare me, then forced me i

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

He roared again. Ganjai shrunk within seconds with dear then she recollected herself and soon, she started chanting some hymns again. She took a cocked container from her bag, uncocked it, poured out a purple substance from it and robbed it on Nelly's forehead. She continued chanting louder. Her voice turned to wails.

she smiled before walking away too. ••• Toxica was led in with her group of three guards, her purple lips giving out ominous energy as her heels clicked the ground under her white palazzo. Her hair was dyed to complete grey with few sprinkles of black, and a cigar stick is in her mouth as she settled on a couch The room is just beside the neon room, only for important meetings like this, but even at important meetings, no one sees Godzilla's face.

Long enough for me to open the void? Saying a silent prayer to the mother of us all, I turn my head just in time to see Thalan reaching forward. His nails, tipped in the toxic blue crystal, spark as they cut through the shadows, as his grasping fingers reach forward to seize the stone from my hands. With every scraping stroke of his nails, a cut opens only to be repaired immediately by the power of the amulet, and as it heals, I feel a rush of pain along my upper arm.

I mumbled as I turned around and continued walking away. "Wahs your hands before you leave. You have blood all over you." Dante called out. I didn't say anything to him as I opened the door. "Oh, and Jacopo. One more thing..." He called out yet again. "What, Dante?" I asked. "Cute nails." He commented. I looked at him over my right shoulder before I dropped my eyes to my nails. Right. They were pink. My Eza had painted them before I left the apartment. "Pink suits you." He added.

He gently placed his hands on either side of her face. All I could do was watch on in a stunned and horrified silence as I saw the nails on both of his thumbs slowly transform and extend into his large wolf claws. The dark coloured claws looked like the tips were blood-stained, as if they had been dipped in the crimson substance so many times that it had caused the permanent discolouration.

Ga-chi. The sound of my neck grinding reached a fever pitch in my auditory sensors, though my stone jaw stayed locked. The violet rot from the Well of Souls was moving through my pedestal, a cold, oily tide that tasted of every discarded shifter the High Council had ever spent. I felt the poison mapping the micro-fissures in my marrow, turning the indigo light of my core into a bruised, necrotic purple.

The wolf let out a pitiful whimper and squirmed around in agony as its ribs were smashed beneath a two fisted blow that the olive skinned Ghoul delivered. In seconds Ezekiel had left the dark ghoul dead behind him and rushed to his brothers aid, but to his surprise Nate shot up at that exact moment and latched a fang filled mouth around the Ghouls right leg. Muscle and bone were flayed and the Ghoul was suddenly hamstringed on one leg, but Nate was unable to unhinge his jaws in time to avoid a black hand-full of talons to the side of his furry body.

Yukiya shouted glancing at his rotten face. The ghoul sighed once again. He caressed the clay prosthetics and peered at her. "I was telling you the truth. I am indeed a ghoul. I was rescued by my highness a while ago. Back then, I didn't have my memory but little by little I regained it all….being an undead….it's not fun. Most of the time I stink. I have to use special perfumes to keep it in check. My jaw falls off all the time, so I have to control my words…. My life is not easy," he sighed with his head down.