Chainsaw Man Beam Novels & Stories

A song of ice and fire. "Babe." Nathaniel looked at me with burning eyes. "My tail wants to feel the warmth within." Something cracked. I thought that was my leg. … Nathaniel's face was unusually flushed as his tail slithered around me with excitement. He caressed my cheek, but when his hand touched the corner of my eye, the look on his face shifted. His expression was dark, and his lust was gone. The guy shoved me down on the ground, and I fell with a loud thud. I rolled around like a ball, and agony swam across my body.

The old Chevy pickup rumbled to life, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as he headed toward Aqua's house. The drive to her place was a blur, his mind racing with thoughts of what he would say. When he finally pulled up to her house, he parked the truck and leaned against it, waiting. The morning sun cast a golden glow over his dark skin, which gleamed with a healthy sheen. At 6'3", with his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, Damon was the epitome of physical perfection. His athletic frame exuded both strength and grace, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand.

Time stretched on as Alden watched, his heart hammering against his ribs. The energy in the room intensified, an unnatural light emanating from the Lumen stone and amulet, swirling around like a storm. Suddenly, it would seem the energy reached its peak as a blinding flash of light erupted, engulfing the room. When Alden blinked the spots from his vision, his eyes widened at the sight before him. The chanting had stopped and Lorin lay sprawled on the floor, the amulet and Lumen stone tumbled away not too far from him.

I seized the opportunity and volunteered, saying, "I've heard that beastmen are quite knowledgeable about pacifying souls." Mother said urgently, "I'll find someone. How can those crude beastmen possibly..." Before she could finish, an elderly relative quickly stopped her. "Don't! It's so late already. Why create more trouble?" He turned to the beastmen. "Please begin." The mourners nodded and surrounded Victoria, beginning to chant incantations. Seeing that it was only chanting, both Mother and the fake-dead Victoria breathed sighs of relief. However, at the next moment, a strong wind began blowing through the funeral hall.