Chainsaw Man Black Hair Guy Novels & Stories

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.

“You shouldn’t summon me unless you are exceptionally serious,” a deep, velvety voice spoke within the darkness. It took my eyes a few moments to adjust before the voice materialized into a man. Another man appeared beside him only moments later. I recognized him instantly. His long black hair, slicked back on his head. His body draped in a black cloak while still showing off his impressively large frame. Hades. I didn’t recognize the other with him, but he was equally as impressive. His hair was shaved on the sides and longer on the top. His body was covered in tattoos that peeked out from beneath his black cloak.

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

Finally, my gaze captured the figure leaning against the ceramic wall while folding his arms. He looked quite tall. His light brown hair was neatly combed back. The man wore an all-black suit, the top three buttons of his black shirt were open, showing off his pale skin. The man could be considered handsome, but unfortunately the long scar on his face made him look more like Chucky the doll. Damn. Turns out I didn't recognize the man at all. The man was looking around with a bored expression, but suddenly he turned his face sharply towards us until our eyes met in the mirror. Then the man smiled at me.

I am coming my love, I am coming for you. I call in the servants and ask them to help me cut my hairs. Like I said, it’s been so long since I had a decent haircut. As the boy cuts my hairs, I notice the dark black strands that bounce off my shoulder and finally land on the ground. Catty was right, I had the same hair colour as hers. Raven black. I whisper smiling.

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.

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.