Tokyo Ghoul Novels & Stories

Yong-rea crossed his arms in front of him and slumped down the tree a bit. “Why would the humans make a ghost story up about them?” If it was a god, how would people not know? I didn’t get it. “A Gumiho kills with a kiss. They appear as a beautiful woman and lure their victims in, and once they kiss, they draw out all of their life source into a fox marble. They gain all that person’s knowledge and energy. They have done that for thousands of years. All people know is that some go in and some don’t come out.” Yong-rae looked out into the forest with sad eyes.

It was easy to see that the popped eyeball, curtosey of Ezekiel, was turning infectious. While the second olive skinned Ghoul had a slimey, bloody puncture wound in is side, just above its ribs where Brandon and Ezkeiel had both plunged a wooden plank into its chest. The third Ghoul was the color of coal. Skin darker then the filthy black spittle that dripped down its long muzzle. Each of the Ghouls had come against them before and it was evident from the ferocity of their attacks and their hair raising cackles and giggles that they wanted to taste blood.

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.

The ghoul glanced at her questionably. "How do you know so much about the mers?" "Me? Cuz I'm ten thousand years old. Didn't your lover say so?" the ghoul said with a proud expression. Yukiya scoffed. "You don't look it. If you were ten thousand years, you either you would have become a prune or you six feet under," "I am dead. I'm a ghoul," he said with a small smile.

The two bloodsuckers Mikali was holding at gunpoint in a dark cavern looked exactly like what Jo had been imagining when she’d picked out two potential snitches in her mind. Both of them were groveling on the ground, sweat pouring from their undead foreheads as they pleaded with the Guardian to let them go. Mikali was glaring at them, standing at his full height, which had to be at least six three since he towered over Jo, alternating the target at the end of his Beretta from one sniveling bastard to the other.

Hanzo throat, her each knife sharp finger nail brutally pulled away his entire neck skin revealing his dripping crimson blood and veins…… Jasmine POV: ‘This was horrible’ I thought but dared not to budge my eyes away from her Elena’s Ghoul spirit was engrossed with anger because she kept on slashing more and more skin, vein of Mr. Hanzo neck and at last she furiously pulled out his entire neck bone… his throat… ‘THuBAK……’ Mr. Hanzo fell down on his knees with loud sound as his terrified wide eyes remained glued at Elena’s ugly ghoul face

I kiss his forehead and decide to leave before he wakes up. Before I can leave I trip on something. Frowning, I pick up the garment which was carelessly discarded on the floor. It's a grey hoodie and it must belong to Sky because it smells like him. I don't have the heart to leave it so I put it on a I leave before anyone can stop me.

Samantha didn’t get the gist of what had happened to Zachary—Zack for short and what he preferred to be called—but she knew that Zack had been going through some rough shit since his accident—an attack upon his personnel by the rogue that worked together with dirty, filthy humans to take down the wolves in the sacred forest of Paphos. ’It would seem that you are not happy with the match, Sam,’ Scarlet asked as images were flying through her head. Samantha frowned, rubbing her chest as she remembered the imprint that had happened between them. The images… were not the ones that needed to be repeated inside her head, over and over again.

Skylar stopped smiling and said coldly, "Oh, it's you. Did you get it?" Three days ago, Skylar forcibly fed the Soul-devouring Bloodworm to Neil and his girlfriend, and then ordered him to steal the ghost token for him. It was the reason Skylar remained in Mid City. "Yes." Neil took out a black-colored token and passed it to Skylar. The token seemed to be made of a material similar to jade and was emitting a cold aura. It was none other than the ghost token. A smile broke out of Skylar's face as he took the ghost token. "Well done. I was right to choose you for the task," he said. Then he waved his hand dismissively and said, "You can leave now."

What did that even mean? “I have no idea what you're getting at,”she said to the young girl.”What are you speaking of?” “She has lived in the shadows for a long time,watching and waiting for you.” “You’re not making any sense,”Beth replied,agitation rising in her voice. “Have you not felt her Beth?Here in your home?She watches you,growing stronger every day,she wants your life and she will end it when she’s ready.” Now Beth was getting mad.Were hallucinations supposed to be this annoying?