Tokyo Ghoul Nails Novels & Stories

I said. Thalia kneels and removes the robe as she stays hunched over. More bones crack and she is in tears from the pain. It’s gutting me to see her in so much agony. I start seeing her fingernails extend and turn black. Followed by her eyes going full black. I won’t lie, it looks really scary and intimidating not seeing the whites in her eyes now. She is gritting her teeth and they are also turning black as more bones crack and start reshaping.

It looks like an abandoned underground base or labyrinths. The torches on the wall were neatly arranged so that Yao Tai could see more clearly at this place. Yao Tai looked ten meters away from him. There were five ghouls standing around doing nothing. He could clearly see their rotten flesh. He waved his sword and lunged forward. Swoosh! "death!!" He roared as he waved his sword. Ra's al Ghul flew off and crashed into the ceiling. Heavy blood splattered everywhere. Yao Tai ignored this and kicked the ogre's body, which cut off its head.

The overhead light in the bathroom detonates in my skull, but I shove the switch anyway. For a second, all I see is pain—my own face blurred, white, drenched in sweat, lips parted around another gasp. Then, the details slam into focus. My nails. They’re longer. Not full claws, but not human. The tips are thicker, curved slightly, pale but edged in darker keratin, like something half‑grown. I stare, chest heaving, then jerk my hand back like it belongs to someone else. My gums ache. My teeth throb.

And as I watched, the flake began to grow, branching out like a frost-crystal, pulsing with a faint, sickly green light. I looked back at Jinyan. He was still asleep, but his chest—the place where the heart had been swallowed—was beginning to glow. Not with sapphire. Not with gold. With the green of the deep. I reached out to touch him, to wake him, but then I felt it—a sharp, stinging ionization in my own fingertips. I looked at my hands. My nails were turning a dark, polished ebony. The debt hadn't been zeroed. It had been converted.

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

He narrowly avoided the claws, but his midair contortion saw him hit the ground in a less-than-graceful roll. Bouncing to his feet, he managed to raise an arm and block the swipe from the attacking ghoul. And what a prize his opponent was; unshaven, unbathed, his eyes a feral red and his canines an unhealthy yellow. Thaddeus began to see why Nathan wouldn't exert himself to save these Lycan dregs of society. He knew what his first impulse was.

"It looks like this. Very classy." "That's nice. Okay, I'll do the french manicure," I smiled. "What about you Leah?" "I already have a design in mind. Let me show you the picture!" she takes out her phone, "white coffin-shaped nails with this diamond design on the ring finger." "You definitely know your stuff," Jackie winked at Leah, "just take a seat in one of these chairs and I'll send my girls over to do your nails." One of the employees brings over two cups of warm matcha green tea. "Ms. Jackie says it's on the house."

He was too distracted by the piercing shriek in his ears until he heard the sound of… raining bones? No. Those were nails, fingernails, to be precise. Zen couldn’t believe the gargoyle was a massive manicure addict because his talons could shoot projectiles. That welcoming ceremony would have taken Zen out instantly. Watching these fearsome assassins deflect, dodge and destroy projectiles made Zen very thankful that he did not have to deal with them. Soul lamps lit up like a countdown from the pillars decorating the room until all twelve lights were lit. On a tall church pulpit, the gargoyle sculpture in the middle of the room came to life with an ear-shattering shriek.

Earlier, when there were only 4-5 ghouls on the wall, now there are over 20. All of a sudden, it started raining ghouls from the sky. However, the moment they fell on the ground, Nakiya and Falco pulled out their dagger and drove it inside the tongue of two random ghouls who dared to jump on them. Their elbows strained as they dragged their daggers to chop off their primary source of attacks dangling on their faces.

I roll him onto his stomach with trembling hands. The moment I see his back, a gasp slips out of me. Deep, inflamed nail marks are glowing an unnatural, sickly violet. The skin around them is swollen, angry, and infected-looking. "Hexthorn..." I whimper, my voice shaking. "Oh gods, what have I done? I did this. During the wedding night—my nails—" Rhain reaches back weakly, trying to pull me closer. "Come here," he whispers. "Just... hold me, Bella. Please."