Tokyo Revengers Artwork Novels & Stories

I said stressing the word admirer then looking at Mark, "secondly it was just flowers from MAGNIFICO, and I thought you got them too." "I didn't get any." Oh, Blackwood you are going to be on the stand soon. "This time it is not flowers, it is something more expensive." We both looked at Mark confused and he went inside and brought the package out for me to see. I opened it and saw a white gold mask with swirl designs. It looked nice but I don't think I am wearing a dress that matches the mask. My magenta dress with the black ombre design was definitely not the perfect match for this beautiful mask.

Blood splattered all over my face, and Thalyx's expression visibly twisted. When he attacked me again, the little wolfkin leaped out without hesitation to shield me. The two beastmen engaged in a frenzied struggle for a few seconds. The wolfkin was smaller, so it only took a few moves for Thalyx to gain the upper hand. I knew I could not hesitate any longer. If the wolfkin was defeated, death would be the only thing waiting for me. I desperately ran to the cage holding the massive white tiger and used all my strength to unlock his shackles and release him.

She was trying to hold her laughter because she knew he was about to say something very funny. "Why are you asking, and why do you want to know if he is single? Do you also have any single friend, Lily? I am genuinely asking" He lifted his eyebrows and opened his eyes. His facial expression was funnier than his words. Lucas is a clown. His long black and grey hair fell all over his face which made it even hotter. He had a tattoo on the right side of his neck, his chest, and his left hand.

The warrior held up a small black dagger. Its blade gleamed under the torchlight. Carved into the metal was a symbol. A crescent moon. Aria’s breath caught. Rowan took the dagger slowly. “What does it mean?” Aria stared at the symbol. Her voice barely above a whisper. “It means Kael isn’t finished.” Rowan frowned. “That symbol…” “It’s a challenge.” The warrior looked confused. “A challenge?” Aria nodded slowly. “Yes.” Her silver eyes lifted toward the dark forest beyond Moonridge territory.

The sympathy Camille felt a moment ago was long gone. Warriors came closer in case anyone would like to attack their Queen. - I can see you are doing great. - Camille smirked. Her words made a few witches hiss, but she did not bother to look at them. - You had your fair share in bringing us to this state. - The witch who spoke about revenge looked at her. - I am sorry, but who are you? - Camille glanced at her with curiosity. This one could be the most dangerous. - Callista. - There was a short answer.

Mom cooed as she stood up from where she was seated and opened up the gift bag. “A journal, A box of Affirmation cards and a Mug warmer, oh my days, he’s so sweet” Mom muttered as she brought out all the content of the gift bag, Daphne rolled her eyes to the back of her head as she also dropped the flowers on the table and placed her hands on her waist. “I’m not interested!” She grumbled lowly, Mom carefully dropped the gifts on the table and moved closer to her,

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

The authority that you reject. Iris had a fleeting moment of doubt, but she pushed it away. She was unable to allow this to enter her thoughts. The double's grin expanded as though he could sense her hesitancy. It said, "Then turn to face me." Its hand flew forward, and from its palm came a surge of flaming energy. Iris had hardly time to raise her arms. Light flared from the symbol on her wrist, forming a barrier that absorbed the blow. A dazzling show of light filled the cavern as sparks soared.

"Weren't you so good at toughing it out earlier? So full of justice—even claiming to be Ms. Spencer herself. How ridiculous!" "Hurry up and admit you're just lying! If not, I'll leave you to drown here!" I did not give in to them. I had died once in my past life—I wasn't afraid to die again. Once Mark regained consciousness, he would tell Eric everything. So I wasn't worried about Eric not knowing how I died. He would avenge me then, and I could die knowing it was worth it. A hand yanked my hair, pulling me out of the water. I coughed violently, struggling to catch my breath, when I heard Jared's icy tone from above me.

"That's your promise to me; I will collect it and will punish you severely if you betray your promise." Leon and Venus stared at each other; for a while, only the sound of breathing could be heard between them. "Of course, if I have promised, then I will do it to my last limit," Venus said with a serious expression on her face. Leon then let go of Venus' arm. "Fine, now that you can put the medicine box back where it belongs, I'll tell the servant to prepare dinner for us," Leon said as he stood up from the bed. Venus was currently staring at Leon's back; she noticed a sun symbol on Leon's right waist. "Leon, can I ask you something?"