Tokyo Ghoul Red Spider Lily の小説・ストーリー

Lily's POV: My breath hitched as I stared at the car, my heart hammering in my chest. Slowly, my wide eyes traveled up to the driver’s seat. “What the hell!” I muttered under my breath before slamming my palms against the car’s hood. The driver didn’t respond. Instead, the car reversed a few feet, then sped past me as if nothing had happened. Without thinking, I bent down, grabbed a stone from the pavement, and hurled it at the car’s rear window.

“That was only going to kill him. Maybe parts of you, but only small parts. Tiny little parts that would have also rejoiced in the bloodshed. Sure, Sweet Marie would have died, but Bloodthirsty Marie would have been born. And it would have been something . . . desirable. Something you wanted. Like putting your jaws to a bleeding throat. But this? This will kill all of you. It will kill your soul.” “I don’t care about my soul. I want to know if it will work.” “Don’t do it. Please don’t do it.” If he carried storms in his eyes, she carried desolation in hers. “Don’t you understand that I’m already dead?” “Marie.” “What else can be taken from me? You tell me that. What else can they take?” Lyle

"I have you. And I have the Ghost." "The Ghost is dead, Leo," Elena said, her voice softening. "You told the city that yourself." "The Ghost of the Gutter is dead," Leo agreed, his eyes flashing a brilliant, dangerous green. "But the Ghost of the High-Rise... he’s just getting started." High above them, in the dark rafters of the Sky-Lounge, a small, mechanical spider, no larger than a coin, flickered with a red light. It wasn't Syndicate tech. It was the same light Leo had seen on the black ship.

The book cover is what I imaged it looks like. Red spider lilies symbolize death. They are associated with final goodbyes, and legend has it that these flowers grow wherever people part ways for good. In old Buddhist writings, the red spider lily is said to guide the dead through samsara, the cycle of rebirth. In Japanese, "Manjushage" for red spider lily means "flower of the heavens. Remember when William mentioned that Proserpina's veins glows red in Chapter Ten? It was because of the tattoo as well–her marking literally burns her skin and nerves which is actually the same curse Hades gave her in the Prologue.

Xyla Quest personally witnessed a red spider lily tattoo appearing on the back of her right hand. The tattoo seemed almost like a real flower… What was going on? Why would a tattoo suddenly appear on her hand? It was a red spider lily… Red spider lilies signified change. According to myths, they only appeared in the land of the dead. They would appear along the river of hell with either only flowers or only leaves, but never simultaneously. Legend had it that its scent contained a unique magical ability to summon memories of the dead…

As for the Red Spider Lily… A reporter walked toward Charmine and inquired curiously, “Ms. Jordan, may I ask if this is truly a Red Spider Lily? Is there such a gigantic Red Spider Lily in the world?” “Yeah, I have to thank a friend for this. She invited me to the forest yesterday, and I discovered this gigantic Red Spider Lily by accident,” Charmine’s red lips shifted into a small smile as she answered elegantly. At Moonlight Shore, Waverly happened to have overheard the live stream someone was playing. Hearing Charmine’s reply, she felt anger bursting out from her chest.

Alexander turned sharply, irritation flaring—then stopped. In the man’s palm lay a small black box, no larger than a matchbox. Its surface was matte, faintly warm, as though it had just been held. Etched into its lid was an intricate crimson carving. A red spider lily. The flower seemed almost alive in the low light—its petals curved like flames, blooming darkly, violently, like blood against black stone. Alexander’s breath stilled. He recognised it instantly. The same pattern. The same unmistakable design as the tattoo on her back.

To the untrained eye, they might look like tattoos. But in reality, they were a form of spirit-binding. Right beside them was the imprint of a red spider lily. Because the markings extended downward, and since he always wore collared shirts, she had never seen them fully before. Now that she had noticed, she wanted a clearer look. Without hesitation, she grabbed him and lightly pulled at his collar. It was well known—the red spider lily bloomed along the path to the underworld, guiding departed souls toward peace. Its meaning? The gentleness of a demon.

It crossed its legs, reminding her of the only reason why it is here. “What about Lily?” She asked, turning to Lily. They do not notice she was awake and is eavesdropping on the conversation. A pillow covers her face, while her ears are all open to hearing more from them. “She had changed a lot after you gave her those letters. She will survive this alone. Without me, or you.” It explains, pointing her and it. “I see.” The ghost smiles. She had finally understood, how it feels like surviving longer. A loud thump from the door startled the two of them. The monkey ran to a near vase, a spider lily standing inside it. It hid on the vase’s shadow, and then Misa flew to the cabinet. She went insi

I flush bashfully, heart palpitating and blood rushing with a burst. I alarmingly look away from our hands, the presence of his hand making my right thigh fidget. He's not staring at me when he affirms, "It was an incomplete array our predecessors who were after that Vampire left behind." "It renders those bloodthirsty degenerates unable to drink human blood. It becomes a lethal poison, several times deadlier than silver, and as potent as the sun" I feel a plunge in my being and rattle wholly into stiffness to hear him say that. My mind races a mile per minute and I refuse to speak anymore until we arrive at our destination.