Tokyo Revengers Novels & Stories

In fact, most of the Shinto shrines equipped with guardians have been original! And from tigers to horses to wild boars, you can find plenty of unusual statues at the torii entrance. Like Tokyo's Hie-jinja Shrine (Nagatachō), for example, which chose an unusual animal as its guardian: the monkey! In total there are seven races and we are about to finish the fifth race. Admitted the sevenfold nature of man, each of its principals is related to a plane, a planet and a race. Human races are born from one another, they grow, develop, age and die. The subraces follow the same rule. Each Mother-Race, with its corresponding sub-races and innumerable subdivisions into families and tribes, is entire

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.

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.

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.

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!”

"You are so weak and pathetic. Why didn't you die with your miserable mother and make everyone happy." The words hurt Roydo. The servants standing round looked at him with pity, and Tok with hate. "Don't talk about my mother that way." Roydo said, trying to keep the pain out of his voice. "Or what? What will you do fresh skin?" Tok taunted. "Fight me?" He picked up the sword Almon had been using and threw it at Roydo. "Go on, pick it up. I've waiting years to give you a good beating. Maybe the bruises will put some color into your ugly body."

- Clearly uncomfortable, Missy exchanged glances with everyone at the table, as she discreetly squeezed Logan's hand under the table, seeming to feel the tension emanating from him - Would you gentlemen mind? - Oh, no, of course not... - Ms. Kobayashi, a young Japanese woman with raven hair and a shrewd appearance, raised an eyebrow as she watched Suzan and her companion sit in the empty chairs at the round table, seeming to be trying to remember something – I remember hearing him talk about his projects. and the investments you wanted, Mr. Reed, but I confess that I don't remember what his references were exactly. What company did you used to work for?

A metallic taste flooded my mouth as fury erupted from the depths of my chest. "This isn't your home, Mable. You can't just slap anyone you like in public. Are you out of your mind?" I snapped. Mable pulled her hand back, then lifted her chin. "You're just a singer at a bar," she said, completely unbothered. "What does it matter if I slap a bar girl who's upsetting the guests? Today, I'm teaching you a lesson on Dad's behalf."

he replied with a cool expression. "Everyone go and work!" he hushed to his workers. Everybody left the hall without a lot of movement. As the hall emptied, Tsu Lian placed his hand in his pocket and was looking at the details of how work will be held in the parchment his father left him. "Tsu Lian, it is time to have my revenge." Lin Zoe murmured. "I will be your trust in your eyes but your killer in the back. You will give me all your secrets and submit them to me but I will make you fall from the highest of mountains." she smiled ruthlessly with evil dark eyes.

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.