Tokyo Ghoul Stitches Novels & Stories

I was so happy he was back and okay. Larminiel had Stoic placed in a single room in the medical wing. He removed Stoic's large tunic revealing the gravity of the situation. He had a very large hole in his chest, the size of a fist. Larminiel had started healing his tissue, small strings starting to connect to one another again. I went around the other side of Stoic and held his hand. I closed my eyes and focused on my healing magic. I brought it forward, healing every wound along the way to the large hole in his torso.

It's Medusa and a Stitched Abomination! [Those two are the scariest Guardians in the manor! Not even Damien can take them on at the same time!] [This newbie is toast! Even with a vampire fiancé, she's dead meat!] [Hahaha, I'm finally gonna see her get turned to stone!] The snake-haired woman's eyes began to glow with a deadly green light. The air started to petrify wherever she looked. The Stitched Knight raised a giant warhammer, still stained with dark red blood.

I rotate my shoulders trying to shake it off. "Thanks for helping me," he says quietly. "Mhm," I hum not trusting myself. My fangs are out. My mouth is filling with saliva and no matter how much I swallow it just keeps coming. I dab the wound and start opening the stitch stickers up. I place them in the deeper parts and seal his wounds. When I roll out the gauze and the flexible table I have to pause for a moment. The scent of his blood and his mouth-watering honey suckle scent is getting the best of me.

I felt my breath leave my body before my heart jolted it back, the sticky plastic shower curtain wrapping behind me when I bumped into the side of the other bed. Torch’s hands; they were gone! Knotted black stitches snaked through the pulled skin that wrapped around a metal disc embedded into the top of the stump. The thick black line I had seen ringing his arms was still there; right where the skin pulled into the stumps. I could see dried blood around the inflamed, stitched skin that moved towards Scalpel when he gently lifted it upright. “Hold this” he told me but didn’t wait for me to move around, forcing me to heave myself over the bed to keep it airborne “try not to squash the poor kid

Earlier they both were a bit haphazard while executing these impractical patterns and moves but now, both of them started to synchronize. They even started switching positions frequently. Their breath, heartbeats, movements and reaction speed started to synchronize to the point where they didn't even have to keep a track of each other's attack. The ghoul increases the pace of his attacks out of sheer desperation and annoyance. The whips became so fast that they weren't impossible to keep track of. However, their concentration and positioning still held its ground. "What the hell…are they up to?" "What a minute… " "Is that really what I think it is?"

Niko There is no painkiller available, so I brace myself as Sven takes on the critical task of patching up the jagged hole left by the bullet. With a steady hand and an unwavering focus, he threads a needle, meticulously preparing to stitch the two sides of skin that have been forcibly separated. Every prick of the needle feels like a sharp jolt, each tug a reminder of the shot endured. I grit my teeth, forcing myself to maintain composure as I watch the world around me blurring in and out of focus through bleary eyes. Bianca's earlier theft of the medical gear now weighs heavily on my mind, amplifying my discomfort as Sven deftly works, weaving the sutures with expertise honed through exper

Ghost exclaimed with a maniacal grin, licking the blood off his hands. "That's… impossible…" Skyler was stunned. She had seen Frank in action—with such strength and speed, how could he be beaten in an instant?! "Strange, isn't it?" Seeing Skyler's shock, Ghost laughed maniacally again. Then, he suddenly tore off his own bandages, and Frank and Skyler found themselves staring at an abomination of various living flesh, stitched together by force! Even as Ghost took a deep breath, his entire body spasmed as if each part had their own thoughts.

"Struggling to fill your lungs You'll suffocate within this world you hate and There is nothing that you can do" My legs glowed with power as I kicked the Tiger in the face! I summon all the smoke from my other illusion to gather around the Tiger and stayed there. The tiger soon starts suffocating. The Lion and the Jaguar took the opportunity to attack me. The Lion punched my helmet which made me a little disorientated while the Jaguar punches my gut. I fall backward but keep myself standing as I shook my head trying to get myself focused. Fu*k! Now you done it! ( Song: Tokyo Ghoul Asphyxia)

Nothing that a few stitches wouldn’t fix, I told myself, desperately clinging to that thought. With determination coursing through my veins, I held my breath and set to work, tying and stitching his skin back together with shaky but resolute hands. Each pull of the thread felt like an act of defiance against fate, a testament to my refusal to let him slip away. I wrapped the gauze tightly around his abdomen, each layer binding us closer together in this fight for survival. I would not let fear claim him. I would not let him go without a battle.