Tokyo Revengers Characters Novels & Stories

“It’s my fault.” “No, it’s not his fault,” Theia countered. “I can explain, Alpha.” Jeong stepped forward. “Amelia, Theia, and Ren just arrived and Emil called Ren Uzui.” “Uzui?” There was a frown on Ryden’s forehead. “Tengen Uzui, one of the characters in Demons Slayer. He’s a white-haired guy, a powerful fighter but has lost a hand and eye.” “And?” “Emil thinks Ren dyed his hair to look cool,” Jeong added. “And he also said that Amelia isn’t a pack member anymore.”

Tears began streaming down her face. Caspian took a breath to steady himself before coldly asking, "Did you cause these injuries?" Lester froze a little, then nodded. The coldness in Caspian's eyes sharpened into daggers, slicing straight at him. "How exactly did you touch her?" While Lester stared at his leather shoes, hands shaking slightly in his sleeves, Caspian slammed his foot into Lester's chest. A blood-curdling scream ripped through the room. "Ah!" The kick had likely snapped Lester's ribs. He lay on the floor, struggling to even breathe from the pain.

Tamara whispered her fear to her best friend through teary eyes. Marco took a step forward and fell to his knees at the base of the bathtub. “Look at me,” he placed his finger under Tamara’s chin. “You’re you. You are still perfect, you just did some things. And that’s okay,” Tamara blinked with tears down her eyes. How could she have contemplated cutting him out of her life? Marco was her backbone. The reason, she was even alive. He had given her a second chance at life. “I’m done with the revenge plan,” Tamara whispered.

"Why are you doing this? I am your Luna?" Alison Carter, Luna of the Rose Moon Pack, cried while clutching her side. Bleeding from her Alpha's claws. Her red long hair was now drenched with blood. Her sapphire eyes reflected her fear and disgust against the perpetrators.

I could see the gears turning in his mind, as if he was calculating the next move, trying to figure out how he fit into this puzzle of revenge I was laying out. He took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing slightly. “So, since you’ve made up your mind about this revenge thing,” he said, his voice calm, but I could sense the weight behind his words. “Do you have a plan to accomplish it, or are we flying blind here?” I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “I have a plan… sort of,” I admitted, biting my lip. “Before I was reborn, the Moon Goddess told me a few things. She gave me some guidance, a path to follow.”

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

"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.

When I skimmed through the messages, I saw the familiar shift—Gary's rage and threats softening into his usual brand of condescending comfort, once he realized I was serious this time. "I was wrong, okay? Enough already." "What do you want, for me to kneel and beg? Zoey, don't get too full of yourself." The words almost made me laugh. I shook my head, pulled out the SIM card, snapped it in half, and tossed it in the trash. Now was not the time yet. Life in Pereem was quiet. It was almost peaceful. My professor and Charles were kind to me. Charles even found the best healing serums and applied them to my scars himself every day. His gaze was so tender that it nearly drowned me.

Isabella wasted no time, waving over a group of guys who looked like they’d stepped out of a magazine, tall, chiseled, hot and handsome in their casual hot outfits and flashing easy smiles at them. “Julia, meet the crew!” she announced, gesturing to the group as they slid into the booth with bottles of champagne and a tray of shots. “This is Marco, Liam, Ethan, and… sorry, what’s your name again?” she asked the last guy, who grinned. Isabella sounded like she knew them. Because she introduced them by their names. “Tyler,” he said, his voice smooth as he leaned closer to Isabella, flashing her a seductive glare. His eyes? His eyes were seductive. Enough to lure girls to his side.

Maybe he was brilliant at hiding his feelings. I believed that right up until the moment he began to howl in extreme pain. Had I forgotten to mention the bullets were silver? Kane was watching with Rene. They were flanked by Lisa and Noah. I couldn’t order the latter to forgive and forget but I could tell him where to sit. Revenge by proxy. Had it been enough?