Tokyo Ghoul Nishiki Novels & Stories

One of the Ghouls, the largest, nearly seven feet tall, had skin the color of dead leaves, and heavy thick claws and fangs that were so over developed that some talons curled and some of the fangs shot strait up through its own snout. The second Ghoul was smaller at only about six feet and had flesh the color of cardboard. It also now had a giant knife handle sticking out of its brain that was leaking a furious fountain of blood down its face and jowls to mix into the black goo that dripped thickly from its jowls. Ezekiel glanced away from the disturbing sight, glanced at Brandon and shook his head. “Were not running nowhere....were going to the Grand Lake.” Brandon panted, his eyes dancing

In that split second, an image gets burned into my mind: a short, shriveled-up old man with an elongated head wearing a silken robe - behind him stood terrifying creatures. I grin at this, but I’m shocked nonetheless. I know now that the Takahashi family is definitely not your average Yakuza and that this man in front of me is no ordinary leader. No wonder Kaen didn’t want his children to breed with these two because their heirs will be fucking powerful. Ever heard of the folklore painting ‘Hyakki Yagyō’ or The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons? Well, there’s a demon said to lead them, and right fucking now, I am looking at him - Nurarihyon. Well, a reincarnated version anyway.

Of course, Kenji would send Inoue. "Great. I’m pleased doing business with you." "My pleasure," Kenji answered flatly and ended the call. Kenji sighed, feeling a little more relieved. His father would then lower his guard even further. *Shinigami: Grim reaper or death spirit, according to Japanese belief.a

*Third POV* “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

The car reeked of fast food and cigarettes. Paisley covered her nose, "Gross, who could live with this smell?" "Just get in," Nozomi hopped behind the wheel and revved the engine. "What are you doing?" Paisley waited by the door as the massive foot raised off the ground. "Helping Daiki," Nozomi proclaimed in "Now, get in." "Who are you, and what have you done with my best friend," Paisley spoke in a dubious tone. "Pitiful Nephilim, you are no match for Gashadokuro," The skeleton taunted, "I am eternal, I am indestructible, Eh?" Daiki and the demon were temporarily forced into silence by a car speeding towards the giant.

Stacy took her seat again and had a sorry look on her face. “Don’t look like that, its an Nogitsune, a Kitsune who has turned vile, they feed on chaos, pain and strife, please whatever you do, be careful hunting this thing, they are ancient and unforgiving.” Nikki no longer had a bite in her voice; she was truly worried for her friend. “Nikki, what aren’t you telling me?” Stacy asked noticing the tears welling in her friends deep brown eyes. “I think it may be the same one that killed Raul.” the tears were no longer being held back; instead they were flowing free down her cheeks and dripping to her tank top.

Jet bedroom reeked sex musk promise, ties discarded drawer like shed skins. Penthouse screens flickered alive mid-flight resume—Lena's hack icons pulsing green, Talia's sass-texts victory-laced. But Kenji's obsidian pulled focus, pouring coffee black as his soul, extended with an intimate half-smirk. "Alliance, Nia. Not Eiko's cage—ours." Sip burned awakening, my contralto low promise. "Prove it in Tokyo, stalker. I've got philosophies to shatter." Storm passed, but ours brewed eternal—dark, intense, theirs to devour or build.

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.

Ton said, checking his camera's battery one last time. Miki Izawa, a ghost-hunting YouTuber, was live-streaming to her nearly one million followers. "Hey, everyone! Today, Miki is going to explore a new aquarium that just opened!" Her cheerful voice echoed through her bedroom, which was filled with content creation equipment.

The Ushi-Oni or the gyūki, The gyūki was a monster whose appearance looked like a spider with an ox's head that sported long sharp poisonous horns, and razor-sharp fangs, each of its six legs had a single long claw that could slice through even the toughest of metals, and its forked tongue carried the force of a whip. It was a creature of nightmares. A monster that most gods assumed was mythical, a folklore legend, but the gods of the Underworld Kingdom knew better. A single Ushi-Oni could cause a sickness that would drain the lesser gods and goddesses of their souls and their divine gifts; it would then use those powers to unlock the hidden cells of the sub-princes of Hell; Astaroth, Maggot