Tokyo Revengers Ao3 Novels & Stories

"You are no longer in your world, Carmen. When you died, the vortex you saw transported you here, to a realm beyond your comprehension. This is the world of your favorite manga." Carmen blinked, the words taking a moment to register. What does this woman mean by being transported to a manga? "My... manga?" She asked, confused. Because there was no way in hell this woman was saying what she was actually thinking because that would be a crazy theory. Nyx nodded. "The story you read so often, the one that consumed your thoughts. "Eclipsed Fates" You've been transported into that world. But you are no longer Carmen. Here, you are Daphne Vasquez, daughter of Lord Alaric and Lady Erica Vasquez."

Anything I can afford to give you in return for what you did to me? "Simple, live a happy life. That's all I wanted." "Can you show me your face? I wanted to see what my hero looks like." "I'm afraid you will hate me when you see my face." "And why is that because I know who you are?" "Angel, I... " It's okay." I distanced myself from him and held his hand. "I think this looks familiar." I grinned at him, brushing my thumb on the smiley tattoo on his hand.

"After her death, I was the only one with you. I'm the only one who knows what you've been through. I was the one who stayed beside you, day and night, listening to you speak to yourself. I witnessed you go mad Aito. Not just Aera, even you were hurt. Every time I see their faces, I remember the times you stood before a wall, talking and laughing as if it were human. I remember the times you'd hurt yourself with your own nails or teeth. I remember when you had to be hospitalized. Do you know the agony of watching one's love lose their mind? You don't know half of it Aito. What I'm doing, I'm doing not just for Aera but for you too. It's my personal revenge!" I was stunned. "And what has Ryu

Sharon cried. Beta Frank gave a small signal and the Omega seized Sharons fingers. The pain was indescribably. It felt as if her soul was leaving her body. Her wolf, Hela, weakened by wolfsbane, growled in pain. Her screams echoed round the cold dark chamber but there was no mercy for her. Finally unable to take any more she passed out. ********************

"Fine. I'll go back with you. I hope this gift of yours is worth it." Charles caught the corner of my sleeve, his eyes clouded with worry and confusion. I held his hand, gave it a gentle pat, and told him with one look that I was fine. The way we moved in quiet harmony only stoked the jealousy burning in Gary's bloodshot eyes. He had no right to question it, so he lowered his head in pain. I returned to the country with him. Secretly, I switched on a livestream and descended into the basement. There, I looked at Lucy, her face bearing scars identical to mine, and felt nothing but mockery. Even with new scars, the old ones did not vanish, just like how the harm she had done would never disapp

"Vengeance, retaliation, retribution, revenge are deceitful brothers - vile, beguiling demons promising justifiable compensation to a pained soul for his losses. Yet in truth, they craftily fester away all else of worth remaining." - Richelle E. Goodrich, The Tarishe Curse * * * * Yuri’s eye twitched dangerously as she strode down the hallways of the dormitories of Hati, with a chatterbox, namely Tohya Tanigawa, talking her ear off beside her.

Valerie took a seat on the couch next to the youngest children and noticed that the youngest is interested in watching anime, particularly the one that they are currently watching on television, ‘Sailor Sun. “Woah, she's so gorgeous, and her transformation is amazing,” the youngest commented, imitating the protagonist they were watching. Valerie agreed and watch the show with her as Mrs. Nettle is preparing their dinner. Mrs. Nettle finishes cooking dinner after thirty minutes and asks her youngest daughter to summon her father and older brother for dinner, "Faith, can you please call your father and brother for dinner," and her child nods before going to her father's and brother's rooms to

I warned him softly. I gently spread the medicinal paste over the cracked and bubbling flesh covering his knuckles. Ajax sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth and his fingers twitched against my leg. He did not pull away or tell me to stop. I worked meticulously to coat every single burn with the soothing ointment. I peeled a tiny sliver of melted leather away from his thumb and threw it into the mud. The stark contrast between our two lives felt impossible to ignore in the quiet darkness. I was a lesser noblewoman marked for death in my past life.

A throbbing pain radiated through my nerves as various distorted faces magnified before me: "Just as I thought, it's you, the shameless homewrecker Samantha Jewel!" "How dare you, this brazen slut, show your face again!" "Dressed like a tramp, for sure, you're out trying to snatch another man!" "You cuckolded our perfect Mr. Long! I swear I'll beat you to death!" "Scram already, prostitute! Your very existence pollutes the air; why don't you drop dead!"

Thinking of his manipulation, I spoke coldly: "Let's end this." His red eyes widened, genuine fear flickering through them. "Why? Give me a reason, Vivian." I wiped my fur where he'd touched me, contempt in every movement: "I don't mate with Omegas." I smiled sweetly. "You're too weak for my bloodline. Is that reason enough?"