Tokyo Revengers Arcs Novels & Stories

She would gladly open and welcome it with wide arms. "Honey, why are you so gloomy? We are going to play with our enemies today, you should be happy! Isn't this what you have always wanted? I mean, revenge for your parents death, huh?!!" West took her hands and squeezed tightly. "I'm okay, I just…"

Ember said while gripping Keegan’s shirt. “I said it was like a movie, right?” Robert waited for an acknowledgment before continuing, “Keegan’s is an Action/Romance. There’s a battle, but I can’t see who it is against. It happens with or without you, Ember, but when you’re involved, I can tell you know whoever it is. When you are there, the possibilities all include a match between you both and either a victory or an ending. Without you, it’s always just an ending.” “So, even though you can see Keegan’s side, you don’t know who I am?”

Her sword glowed like eternal light and her serene expression was unbroken even in battle. This was the goddess of the weavers, *** Author’s Note: This is the end of arc 2. Arc 3 resumes tomorrow. I’d love to thank all of you for reading through it all. You are all amazing. What to expect in Arc 3: More information, a much wider world, Aria and Lucien’s life-changing for the better finally, maybe, the promise of a child. And? The first appearance of Aria’s father. And much more.

“Clause one: No strings attached. This is a business contract, not a love story. Clause two: Nominal relationship. We’ll act like a couple when needed, nothing more. Clause three: Public appearances as necessary. Clause four: We act together against the Alpha family of Red Drop Pack. And clause five: Once the mission is complete, we part ways.” Silva took the knife. No hesitation this time either. She sliced her palm cleanly, and I did the same. Our blood mingled on the parchment, the ancient magic sealing the pact in silence. The contract burned for a moment with a soft silver light—binding, final. She was mine now. Not as a lover. Not as a mate. But as a weapon. A brilliant, vengeful weapo

She said it with fear and tears in her eyes. The leader of the group looked back at Venus and calmly raised his right foot, then stepped firmly on Venus' left hand. "Tell me, where is the ring of immortality?" "I really don't know," Venus replied with tears in her eyes. Brak! The group leader threw Aurel's small body towards one side of the room. Venus' eyes widened when she saw Aurel's body hit one of the large tables in the room. She watched as her daughter's body fell to the floor limply.

had several questions to ask but wanted to let it all lie low while I focused on the future and how to get my revenge on those who had killed me. I was sure not going to let it slide. I wanted to know exactly how I was reborn, but it seemed as though River kept going back and forth whenever I asked him that particular question, so I decided to let it slide. River was either keeping the information from me or didn't know either from the surprise I saw in his eyes when I walked in. I shook my head and made up my mind that my revenge would come first. Our conversation continued, and as we spoke, I found myself slowly letting go of my old grudges. I realized that, in this new life, we could be

his eyes seemed to convey after seeing how sad she was, and she nodded. Derek nodded to the trainer that stood in front of the cubicle and the trainer bowed and faced Rick and his opponent “START!” he called out. Rick took a position, similar like the technique he had taught her… “Rick…” Carly whispered again. “Please…. I can't lose you, I won't survive it.” she murmured. Rick was the only good thing in her life at the moment. Minutes into the game, Rick had taken different blows and his face was battered badly but he still stood, refusing to give up.

The bond with Mason existed, even if it was broken and twisted by his betrayal. Unless. Lyra's mind raced, fragments of old stories and legends suddenly making terrible sense. True mates. Second chance mates. Bonds that transcended time and death. The Lycan King stared at her through his mask, and she saw understanding dawn in his eyes. He felt it too. Knew what it meant. "Well," he said, a hint of dark amusement in his voice. "This complicates things considerably

The sudden gust of the violent storm instantly extinguished the single devotion candle burning on the silver altar and plunged the room into heavy shadows. Ajax stood in the ruined entryway with his dark armor dripping wet and his broad chest heaving from the desperate sprint across the courtyard. He had his sharp claws extended through the shredded remains of his white bandages, and his golden eyes burned through the darkness as he scanned the room. He expected to find a masked killer cornering me in the shadows, but he found me playing the role of the monster instead.

Since I had already spoken with the hospital director, the staff was cooperative and quick. The statement clearly showed that Mira had paid her fee at exactly 10:00 a.m. and then requested a refund at 11:50 a.m. Among the stack of refund slips, I easily pulled out hers, which was stamped “refunded” in bold letters at the bottom right. Then, I brought up the scan Mira had posted online and saved it to my phone before opening my gallery. The photo’s timestamp was plain as day: July 4th, 10:30 a.m.