Chainsaw Man Angel Novels & Stories

"Who has the book? "I screwed up, with no time to beat around the bush. The man didn't even blink. "His name is Ciasbe, fallen angel of the kingdom of envy. He performs services in the woods with nomadic humans. I found this body there, at the stake. They meet every full moon Friday.. And then they read the book, and a portal is opened in our world. It is through this portal that we cross, but many of us are really caught by the archangels. Only the smartest can find their way to the woods and possess humans.”

Pulling Grace back to myself, I told her I had a plan. "I'm going to call the hellhounds and when they both are busy with them we can grab our children and leave," I mumbled softly and she nodded vigorously. I pulled the whistle from my pocket and blew hard into it. We both turned towards the frightening growls that were echoing down the corridors. Black smoke with fire formed into two huge frightening creatures that snarled and growled fiercely. I pulled Grace back as they glanced up at us with red eyes and I pointed to the angels. The two hounds rushed into the room and we heard them both drop our crying children to the ground as they drew their swords. Grace rushed into the room and scoop

But Cayden looks like he wasn't surprised or he's just really good at hiding his surprise. Then suddenly, the angel released a blinding light and the next thing I saw, is that the supreme leader is already bound by a golden chain and can no longer move. It fell to the ground and the whole camp was in chaos. Many run and escape but the Knights catch them. I could hardly move from where I was standing. I saw everything right? And this angel, is this the war angel we are looking for? I'm speechless. We did find the war angel unexpectedly! Who would have thought that it would suddenly appear here? But wait, where is Angel Grace?

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

"...Did you let me do that?" Cassian looked at the hand she'd used. Then at her. His face remained impassive. "...Again." She stared at him in disbelief. "That's not an answer." He adjusted the sleeve of his shirt. "Again." She threw both hands into the air. "You are actually unbelievable." She slipped back into her stance. "Fine." "This time..." "I'm knocking Marble Man on his ass." "You can try." The challenge in his voice was almost impossible to hear. Almost.

“Don't worry it won't hurt when you hold onto me.” I stretched out my hand. There was just something about him that made me want to believe anything he said. William hissed and left the bathroom. Don't know what his problem is. The flying man pulled me off the floor and into his arms, like I was a weightless piece of paper. Then he set me down on the bed inside. I spotted William from the corner of my eyes. He was sitting in the dark. “I'm sorry, where are my manners,” He extended his hand for a shake. “I am Charles, an angel. It's nice to see you all grown up, Catalina.”

Anthony yelled over the alarm. “We’re not leaving her!” I screamed back, my fingers fumbling with the tight, wet knots. Angel’s head lolled against my arm. “He’s gone… they took him…” she mumbled, her voice thick. “Gabriel… they hurt him…” My blood ran cold. “Who? Angel, who did they take?” But she was fading, her consciousness slipping away. Anthony swore violently. He holstered his gun and pushed me aside. He pulled a small, razor-sharp knife from his boot and sawed through the ropes in two swift motions. Angel slumped forward, a dead weight.

A single lantern sat on the desk. Another man was waiting there. He didn’t look like a rogue. He was dressed in clean, dark clothes. He had cold, calm eyes. He looked at me like I was something he couldn't quite figure out. “Sit, Luna Peniel,” he said. I didn’t sit. “Who are you?” “You can call me the Angel ,” he said. “I work for someone who is very interested in you.” My blood went cold. Henry. He was the only one I knew right now who could do this.

Hers dropped and perhaps I imagined it, but from my side, Angel let out a small snicker that would have gone unnoticed if I wasn’t so tuned in to her every move. I glanced over, curious to once again catch that light in her eyes and the extent they’d go in drawing out her hypnotic smile. She met my gaze and sealed her lips, denying me the most addictive pleasure. I glared. “Oh…hi, who is this...pretty little mouse over here?” Cherry’s smile strained as she struggled to keep the judgement away. Her eyes scanned Angel through and through. The bun. The flip-flops. The towel. The oversized jacket. “That’s my w-”