Chainsaw Man Angel Novels & Stories

I knew that Matei would go all in, and I assumed his friends were trusted people, capable, but he sent the best, and that the best happened to be his friends was something out of luck, I guess. "Angelo, you're up," Cadmus said, and I looked at the man, who looked more human than supernatural. I knew he was an angel, but there was nothing evident that separated him from a supernatural or a human. He nodded, removed his shirt, and out of his back, a couple of majestic wings. He lifted his body in the air, and his body blended with the blue and white in the sky. "Alright, guys..." Angelo said in the earpiece.

I don't know when I'm drifted into sleep in his arms meanwhile in the sky good angel : is there any other piece of man like this guy evil angel : why good angel : to make him mine evil angel : didn't you see what kind of guy he is earlier good angel : who cares evil angel : me good angel : huh evil angel : you're not allowed to dream about any guy good angel : why evil angel : that's it

He says nothing; he doesn't have to; the squirrel is already running for its dear life. Smart animal. Now I'm alone with the titanic angel, and quite frankly, I'm finding it a little hard to breathe as he seems to be making himself comfortable behind me. Two shoes more gigantic than the bed where I sleep comes into view as the angel stretches out his legs on either side of me. A cracking sound, probably from him doing something to his shoulders, fill my ears, and I grimace. The atmosphere around us is so thick and awkward, an utter catastrophe. I so desperately want this angel to be Adam, but I'm also afraid. This Angel has white hair, not black, which means Elena could still be alive in thi

the old man replied. "Did you suffer?" Angel’s mother asked him. Angel gave her a warm smile. "None that I couldn't bare, but the goddess did answer your prayers and sent an Angel to me. Without her help, I would not have been able to contact Xavier. Without her, I would be dead," Angel said. "She is human?" His father asked. Angel nodded. "She is one of my captor's family but also one of us…" "I don't understand," his mother said with a puzzled frown.

"I should have slashed my hands sooner. I should have been dead when you found me." Sean stepped furiously before shaking Angel's shoulders hard, hoping that Angel would realize that her words had gone too far. "Angel! Why are you being like this?!" Angel's gaze remained blank. Her body is here, but her soul is somewhere else. Angel tried to let go of Sean's hand. The more Sean endured, the more his girlfriend rebelled. So slowly Sean stretched his arms, and Angel immediately got up from the bed. Sean was quite surprised when Angel took a pair of scissors from her bag, and pointed the scissors into her hand again. It was the same hand and the scratch was still covered in bandages. Now the ba

I looked at the angels who had smirks on their faces. "Not bad for the first timer, Eve." Lucifer complimented me and I giggled. Another bunch attacked us but Lucifer and Azrael raised their hands. All the vampires were in the air. The angels slammed the vampires on the rocky ground a few times then pushed them away. I quickly followed the direction where I could hear someone whimpering. As I entered the last corner of the cave, I saw Ryan chained up with silver chains. His wrists and ankles and also his neck had blood all over. My heart squeezed as I saw him like that.

These flashes had happened several times and they were all blurry. But this time, they were crystal clear. Parts of his past life flashed before him and of the young woman whose face had always been blurred and whose face he would have killed to clearly behold. But, this time, he could see her face clearly and it was a very familiar face. His Laura. His Carrot. His Angel. He felt different. He felt as if he had been reborn. His eyes found them again. This time she had a small smile on her face and was slowly but hesitantly giving the bastard her hand to slide in the ring.

Let her react as much as she can because that'll be the last time she can use her tongue to scream. Too bad she won't be able to French kiss with anyone after this. I chuckled at the thought and decided to casually throw the book with my favorite hammer away. I then modeled my ancient necklace with a razor blade pendant in front of her. Hell, I even sang a nursery rhythm about chopping off someone's head to even match my mood. But I guess spitting in my face and cursing me to the core wasn't a sign of amusement, so instead of continuing, I ended up pouting. I couldn't do anything but remove the pendant and pointed the now sharp blades at her.

The crunch of his nose meeting my knuckles echoes like a potato chip symphony, resonating through the tense silence that follows. Angel's body soars through the air like a hapless crash test dummy, but before he can even make contact with the ground, I lunge forward, snatching him by the throat as effortlessly as a cat seizing a mouse. With a swift, practiced twist, his neck snaps like a dry twig beneath a heavy footfall.

he said ---- Lyra could feel all the pain gone; her head wasn’t banging like the night before. She even saw her mother. She was finally dead. She smiled until.. “I'll cut every part of you while keeping you alive and add them to my collection!” She shot her eyes open immediately, only to see a man in a white uniform. Was he her guardian angel? But to her left was a man in a black shirt, with the first five buttons undone, showing his bulging chest muscles. He must be the reaper angel..but that was until she saw his face and screamed. He was Remy Hawthorne.