Novel & Cerita Chainsaw Man Black Hair Guy

His voice echoes over the ground and it vibrates through the rough patch of the wall before he made an appearance in front of us. Unlike earlier, he looks…normal. And young. The way how his shoulder length ginger colored hair flows freely over his shoulder makes me conclude that he wasn’t just dominating but ruthless too. And fucking attractive. He looks like someone that can kill in just a snap of his eyes. Behind him appeared another man with the same eyes as others earlier, but this man with the long ginger hair didn’t look like he’s one of them. His eyes is not dark emerald green, it’s just pure charcoal black but I am now afraid to see if the color will change in the dark.

The young man said. The guy with black hair smiled. “Thank you. And thank you for saving my friend.” The young man smiled and nodded. “You’re welcome.” The young man replied. “Psst, your face.” The blonde guy whispered to the black hair guy. “Ah… But… Shoru’s still crying. I don’t want to make her uncomfortable.” “Then keep her in your vest.” The blonde said. He began moving to in front of the black hair guy and the guy with pale red hair, as if to shield them from people.

With a long white beard on his face and white sharply furrowed eyebrows, he adjusted the position of his helmet made of wild animal bones. The man carried a pair of giant twin axes in both hands. His two-meter tall body was more alert, setting up a stance. “Trespasser, don't think you can escape after I catch you!” said the man in a booming voice at another figure a few meters in front of him. "Hmm, I'm going to your village, I don't intend to run away," said the figure in front of him, a man with long blonde hair smiling tiredly. His left hand was cut off and continued to bleed, while his right hand tried to close the wound.

Zeux exclaimed, “Invisibility?” Startled, Hador also turned around. At that moment, a mysterious force pierced through the void and sliced a few strands of his snow-white beard. While still confused, he noticed black, gray, and white lights before him. They quickly merged and morphed into a handsome yet unfamiliar man. The man held a jar of Chaos Absinthe in one hand and a few stands of snow-white hair in the other. He grinned at them triumphantly.

As I sit in my dark corner, my mind consumed with thoughts of my children, I almost didn’t hear someone approaching the door. I look up just as the door is creaking open, but it’s not Silas this time. The man who walks into the room is tall like Silas, but he has long dirty blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail at the base of his neck. His eyes appear black in this low light, though I supposed they could be brown, and his brow bone is very prominent, similar to the cavemen you see in movies. He glares at me without uttering a word, and when I don’t move, he grunts and gestures for me to stand.

The guy with the blond hair chuckled, provoking Nathan. "You piece of shits, let me go and let's fight and let's see who's weak! Or are you too scared?!" Nathan tried to manipulate them, but these two rogues seemed to be rational and didn't get riled up on his words. "We're not stupid, and you," The black haired guy pointed at me, "Don't try using your witchy spells, that chains is specifically made for people like you." He said, and smiled thinking that we were at a complete loss.

After a beat, the conversations resume, and the music picks up again in the background. A server appears with champagne. I grab a glass and knock it back in two gulps. My nerves are fine, but my tolerance for small talk is paper-thin. Before we get far, a tall, broad-shouldered man cuts through the crowd like a damn battleship in a sea of wolves. He’s got the same chocolate brown hair as Xander and the same build too. His eyes are dark brown, nothing like Xander’s hazel, but the resemblance is still uncanny. This must be Alpha Lucas Blackwood.

With this thought making me immune to all the taunts, I continued, "Jonas, if you can hear me, show me your face, coward!! Which one of you basrards is Jonas?!" "I am." A deep voice rumbled from behind us, and I turned immediately. The guards holding me parted to give way to the owner of that voice, who stepped up as if he owned the bloody place. He had raven black hair that covered his eyes, a five o'clock shadow and was wearing a black trench coat over his black trainer pants. The dumbass was surely trying to pull off a signature Mafia look, and looking utterly ridiculous. I felt all the anger bubble up in my throat as I looked at him, seething with rage.

His shoulders were broad enough that I could sit on just one of them without a problem. I could see everything that was happening. I recognized those crystal blue eyes and silver hair in the center. Cas was arguing with another guy who had pitch black hair and pale white skin. Their fangs were out as they argued more. They knew they couldn't fight here, but they sure as shi.t looked like they would anyway. "I know it was you!" The guy with dark hair yelled at him. "I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't do anything I wasn't supposed to." Cas yelled back.

With his arm around my waist, Killian leads me inside the resort. Rick carries our bags as he follows us from behind. A man, probably the manager, comes to welcome us. " Mr. Black." " Collins." Killian acknowledges the man. Collins is a short, Hispanic man, dressed in a tux, with short graying hair. He looks to be in his late forties with frown lines in between his eyebrows. " You arrived earlier than expected. This way, please." Collins says, his eyes glancing towards me briefly before he starts to walk.