Novelas y relatos de Chainsaw Man Black Hair Guy

There were three others on his team who would soon find out they were not needed. With one swing of his massive ax, the head of an enemy was cleaved in two, spilling brain matter over the arena sands. Divos could feel his heart thundering in his chest as he moved closer to a smaller man holding a sword that appeared too heavy to wield. He spun to tug on the iron chain, whipping his braid of long black hair down his spine. Aside from that long hair on the top of his head, he was clean-shaven when he was in his human form. Divos spotted Septimus, the man who claimed to own him and the six other shifters in his menagerie. The flash of hatred faded as the battle filled his ears.

he shrugs and laughs, standing up and offering me his hand. "Did you get your collection back?" I asked, completely avoiding the marriage question, he nodded his head, his lips pursed. I looked up at him and gazed across his new very long black hair, only the three lines remained of his face tattoos. "Your black hair is gorgeous, it looks great on you Nyx," I grin and wink at him. He shrugs and stands next to me. He opened his hand and a black staff appeared. "Trying the wizard look now, love," I tease and he chuckles.

With black hair and black eyes just like the black cat at night. '' Oh come on, what's the fun if we take the simple route? I want to check out the village at night without anyone seeing me,'' replied the man beside him. He had brownish red hair with blue eyes. His hair was curly falling onto his face. With a height of more than six feet, as quite handsome and charming.

If it weren't for the slight breeze blowing their hair and clothes, I would have believed them to be statues. It was the man standing in the middle that caught my attention the most though. He had dark eyes. Eyes that made you uneasy. Like evil lived there. His hair was shoulder length, black as night, had a bit of a wavy to it. His stance was that of someone regal and clearly in charge, even though he didn't look a day over 35. He wore all black which made me snort. How cliche. "Does something amuse you Cassandra?"

I grin, excited to explore the new hidden valley for Lizaria and the Unicorns to move to, knowing the Elf will need to have the herd move away from Hidden Claws quickly before Mika becomes Alpha and the Blake’s could find them. “Hey Ira what took you so long?” A deep voice calls out to our left and I turn to see the man I met the first time I shifted. Turning to face the black haired tattoo man that helped me through my first shift, I smile and take in his appearance once more. A pair of jeans hang loosely around his hips with no shirt or shoes on. For once I get a glimpse of his tattoos noticing them all designed in black ink, the intricate lines, swirls and pattern running along his muscul

I was chained to the wall, silver biting into my skin and burning as my body tried—and failed—to heal. The room was pitch black. No windows, no light. Just darkness. The door creaked open, and a man stepped inside—a tall figure in his thirties with jet-black hair, piercing grey eyes, and a gruesome gash across his cheek. "Hello, Lillian. How nice of you to join me," he said, a twisted smile spreading across his face. He walked forward, one hand hidden behind his back.

I sighed in relief as the kids ran towards me free from the binds. "HI, how do you do?"We turned to see a man clad in black leather from the top of his shoulders to the sole of his feet.The kind that glittered because it was made of real expensive leather.He had his blonde hair swept up in a side ponytail. "Its so nice of you to join the party. "he said to me,a sly smile plastered on his lips. The kids hid behind me as the man approached. "You have really lovely kids".He said stopping in front of me.

I tucked my hair behind my ear as I turned my head towards the glass doors that shine with the vibrant reflection of the lights in the city. Looking further, I spotted the man sitting on the corner with beer on his hand. It is Cassis, who’s spending his time alone drinking and looking afar. Even if I only see his side profile, I could say that he is the most handsome man I ever seen. His hair is a midnight black color; it reminded me the color of the night sky. As I looked at his hair, even when it is dim, I can notice the way the light catches in it and it shimmers as it flows with his subtle move.

I walk over to the table. Someone slams into my shoulder. I spin off course and turn, about to start shouting, but the fucking guy just keeps walking. I stare after him for a few seconds. He’s bleach-pale, like he’s never seen the sun before, but he has long, shaggy black hair and wears a black tank top and baggy black pants. “You look like a goddamn cartoon character!” I shout, my nerves already fried. He flips me off over his shoulder. I turn back to my path to the drinks. Yeah, blurring the edges of this place will make it a lot more tolerable.