Tokyo Revengers Novels & Stories

Behind Madam Brown stood a large group of reporters, all pointing their cameras at Evelyn. Then it hit her. Evelyn’s eyes widened. Her heart nearly stopped. She remembered this scene. She could never forget it. She hadn’t died. She had been given another chance. She had been reborn. And not just anywhere. She had returned to the very first night she had spent with Alexander two years ago. Which meant… Last night hadn’t been a dream. It had really happened. Tears immediately filled Evelyn’s eyes. It was unbelievable. She was alive.

“Freeze!” The police shouted, then looked around and asked, “Is East Sun Tower yours?” Thomas nodded desperately. “Yes. Did something happen?” “Yes. It’s gone.” “Clang!” Thomas collapsed to the ground, his eyes empty, tears streaming down his face. “You b*st*rd! I’ll make you pay for this!” Maya showed no restraint in her murderous intent after hearing the confirmation. “What goes around comes around. Do you really think you’re smarter than everyone else?”

my father loudly proclaimed to the pack members present. “Then don’t blame Shane if this ends up going too far, Reese,” Earl answered in kind. “That’s what he wanted this whole time. A reason to kill me so his title couldn’t be taken away. Don’t blame me for not holding back either,” Eva replied before stepping further into the ring. I could see the look of surprise on both Earl's and Shane’s faces. Why were they surprised? I’m just giving them back their same energy. I saw Shane’s eyes narrow on me, and he lunged forward before Rod called for the match to start.

He expected to find a masked killer cornering me in the shadows, but he found me playing the role of the monster instead. I gripped the carved hilt of the sacred silver offering dagger and pressed the sharp edge flush against High Priest Kaspar's wrinkled throat. My bare feet slipped slightly in the puddle of rainwater and dark mud pooling on the polished marble floor. "Drop the weapon right now, Callista!" Ajax roared over the howling thunderstorm raging outside. His deep voice shook the ancient stone pillars and commanded absolute obedience from everyone inside the room. I did not lower the silver blade or step away from the holiest man in the kingdom.

Victoria continued crying in my arms, but Tristan never once asked about her. Before I could react, a group of security guards burst into the room, restrained me, and threw me out of the hospital. The frigid night air made my wound sting unbearably while Victoria's screams had faded to hoarse, pitiful whimpers. My blood was pooling beneath us, dripping onto the ground beneath me.

She scoffed at me, rising to her feet. "There's a reason why we are called the Ivys, Brielle. We don't give a damn about who you are or where you're from. Our middle name is Poison. When you hurt us, we exact our revenge and make you suffer." Her eyes lightened with delight, sending chills into my body. "What's it going to be then? Do you want to leave Argon to enjoy his life while you wallow in pain? Or you show him the real power of an Ivy? " She asked, giving me two choices.

"More like everything. I've sent you the information." "Oh great. Thank you. I owe you one." "No problem. See you later." "Of course." I cut the call and immediately went through the information he had indeed sent already. It was spectacular. Everything I needed in one great detail, and I sure as hell knew I was onto something when I saw that just one person from the three people I had seen that night at the facility was alive. The guy in black. Or Blade, as that was the name he was known by in the underground world.

Damien was down there so I hung the torch and crouched. “What is it, Elder Tuhr?” Damien hissed, seemingly annoyed. Huh…was he that pissed he did not get to “pour his seed”in me? I caught sight of the person he was addressing— an older man whose face looked like it was caving in from age. He had an insanely long beard too, so when he spoke, I couldn't see his mouth at all. “I-It's the reckoning, alpha king! I…I have never seen magic like this one. It's dark witchery, my lord!”

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.

"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.