Tokyo Ghoul Novels & Stories

Ahmet and his companions in the boat went towards the island while the crew waited for news in the ship, when they reached the shore it was empty but there were traces of life, they continued to advance towards the forest, they were surprised by the presence of a village inside the forest, this village was surrounded by wooden walls They hid in the trees and observed the situation. Caution was necessary. After hours, they found that the village belonged to ghouls. Ghouls look much like Zombies, i.e. rotting (and usually Human) corpses. However, their tongues are long and thin and usually flicker in and out of their mouths when they engage a prospective meal in combat. They also move faster a

Tora smiled, her heart warm and full and just a little frayed around the edges from lack of sleep. They were crawling. Everywhere. Fast. And neither of them seemed particularly aware of the concept of danger. Or gravity. “Oh, look,” came Chelsea’s amused voice as she stepped through the back door with Ben in tow, holding two bright blue onesies with the words ‘Chaos Goblin #1’ and ‘Chaos Goblin #2’ printed across them. “Just in time to rebrand your tiny gremlins.” “I swear they’ve evolved past ‘baby’ and straight into ‘mini apex predator,’” Tora said, accepting the outfits with a laugh. “Pretty sure Kael tried to challenge the vacuum to a duel yesterday.”

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

"More dire predictions, I take it? Or just plain paranoia? We've had nothing happen over here. No missing persons. No psychotic episodes. Oh, and no army of darkness at our compound walls." "Yet. I thought you might wish to know that the missing rogues have been claimed or killed by sources unknown." "One thing less to worry about, I guess." The nonchalance in Nathan's reply bothered Marc, and he got a sense this conversation was headed downhill fast. Thad gritted his teeth. "Not exactly reason to celebrate. We have reason to believe that a vampire is turning the missing wolves into ghouls." "And what exactly is a ghoul?" "Think half zombie, half vampire, a whole lot of nuts, whose sole purp

I shout so loudly my voice cracks, only this time, I didn't say the last part in English-it was full on Latin. The Demon starts to convulse and Uncle John's already dead-looking flesh begins ripping away from the sockets connecting his arms, spilling out the pungent odor of death. My palm goes to my face as pain overwhelms me. Zack steps ahead of me, repeating my exact words. "Tulit autem dic mihi qua Skylar!" "Caemeterium..." Zull gets out before thick black liquid shoots straight up from his mouth, forming into the body of giant reptile with horns and spikey hands.

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.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

Nick exclaimed. He immediately pointed his thermal camera on top of the railing and what he got was a sudden significant temperature drop. "I got a temperature drop right there." He added. They quickly came to his side to see it with their own eyes. And, what they saw was definitely a crucial temperature drop. It is believed that ghosts/spirits use the energy in their surroundings to recharge themselves or for their manifestations. Sometimes, they'll absorb the thermal energy around themselves which usually results in a considerable drop in temperature. This often indicates that a certain unknown entity is present at that spot. Otherwise, what else can cause such an alteration in temperature

If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it could still turn out to be a very odd Japanese sex toy. The Pope’s followers did not have that rotting-off-the-bone look you associate with zombies. Or zombers — I wouldn’t want to offend anyone. They were pale, had a desiccated quality to the parchment-like skin clinging to their bones, and milky balls of horror where their eyes should have been. Which isn’t to say they were bad people. Maybe they were ghouls who ate the dead, but cemeteries take up a lot of valuable real estate, and what exactly are we saving up our dead for?