Tokyo Revengers Light Novels & Stories

He watchted them with a smile while his fingers typed the words to his men. 'End them too....' THE END 'REBORN FOR REVENGE ' - SIGNING OFF OFFICIALLY. AUTHOR: Thanks for supporting the story and making it to the end. Love you all and wish you all well on your future. I hope you all will support my other books as well. Bye! See you all soon in another stories!

The small flame appeared for a second before he snapped it off. "I brought one." Luis paused and turned toward him. His expression relaxed immediately as he shoved Mark away, though the push didn’t make him stagger. Mark was taller than him. And far stronger. Luis walked straight up to Luke and snatched the lighter from his hand. "Fools," he muttered, already turning away. Luke’s arm remained half-raised, his eyes burning red. Before he could move, Connor grabbed his arm and held him back. He looked into Connor’s glistening eyes.

And in the center of it all was Mason. He was shirtless, his muscular torso gleaming with sweat in the morning sun as he circled his sparring partner. The display of strength and dominance was impressive, Lyra had to admit. Mason was a powerful Alpha, and watching him fight showed exactly why he commanded such respect. "Oh, they're training," Jessy said, as if she was surprised, as if she hadn't deliberately brought them here. "Should we stop and watch for a moment? I love seeing the pack warriors in action."

The next instant, a terrifying golden light shot toward the dozen or so Gene Fighters. This light was golden in color; it was exclusive to Grade SSS Gene Fighters. Just like the Solar Finger, it was extremely useful. “Ah! Ah! Ah…” Horrible screams sounded all around Lucas. In just a few seconds, the dozen or so Rank 1 Evolved Ones all fell to the ground. Each of their legs had been pierced through. It was a gut-wrenching scene to behold! Naturally, some students had witnessed the horrifying scene and heard the horrible screams.

"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.

The relic pulses, shadow-wraiths swarming, rifts flaring, and the council scatters, Lightweavers and Shadowkin drawing blades, their truce fracturing. I raise the blade, lunar light flaring, dim but fierce, and shout, “To the core! Protect it!” The group rallies—Cassia’s fire blazing, Maddox’s shadows coiling, Sylvara’s vines lashing, Renn’s relics glowing, Lysara, Zorath, and Valthor’s starlight blades flashing. Seris hesitates, her Lightweavers tense, but Kael’s Shadowkin charge, their void-blades meeting wraiths.

waiting to be called. One afternoon, Lucien stands across from me in the training field. “Call the light,” he says. “Don’t be afraid of it.” “I’m not afraid,” I lie. He steps closer. “Yes, you are. You’re afraid of who you were. You’re afraid of who you are.” I grit my teeth. “No, I’m not!” “Then prove it.” He sends a blast of dark energy toward me. I scream and raise my hands...and silver light bursts from my palms, crashing into his attack and breaking it apart.

He was acutely aware that Rener was visible only to him, a phantom figure in the mortal world. Rener’s piercing eyes gleamed in the dim light, his expression unreadable. “Evil?” he repeated, the word rolling off his tongue with a mockery that sent shivers down Tomoya's spine. “You kept misunderstanding me, Tomoya. This isn’t about destruction—it’s about strategy,” Rener gestured lazily, his fingers curling as if beckoning power from the air.

I kept on speaking with venom in my voice. Carlos came back and stood besides me as he took out the lighter from his pocket and once again started playing with it. For few seconds, we both quietly looked at Azvameth who was trying to scream but couldn't. And then Carlos turned to me and shoved his hand Infront of me. "Do you want to?" He said and I nodded so handed me the lighter.

Lyanna yelled, "Be prepared! This time, the Wight moved toward me, his eyes aglow, fixed on mine. I swung the branch, but it ducked with unnatural speed, its claws slicing through the air inches from my face. "Focus!" Lyanna barked, shooting another wave of light forward at the thing. The energy hit its side, and the Wight screamed with pain, his form fluttering like some broken shade. I quickly took advantage and jabbed the branch at its chest, making it back farther away from me.