Chainsaw Man Black Hair Guy Novels & Stories

Dave leans in to me. “I wish they would just date already.” He whispers to me. I laugh again. Meanwhile back at Pale Moon Pack Dawson’s POV I walk out to the clearing for my scheduled meeting with the Shadow Pack. I have brought a small amount of warriors for security. The moon is high and casts its light all around us. I see a few figures in the shadows as we approach. One man walks to the middle to greet me. He has long black hair, and his eyes are jet black. He looks like a wild animal. There is a scar on his cheek, making him look even more abnormal.

I loved how the white was invading the space of the black, mixing in places to create many shades of gray. “It makes you think who will win in the end, huh?” A man’s voice said behind me. My head snapped in its direction and my eyes landed on a guy who was maybe a year or two older than me. He had dark chestnut hair, stylishly disheveled on top and shaved near his ears and his neck, revealing a black earring on his right ear. I was struck by his black eyelashes, emphasizing his dark brown irises. Everything about his face was like a painting itself, calculated to be perfect.

He says almost screaming. “Tell me what I want to know and I will put them out.” I tell him with a smirk. “We were showed a picture of her. She is short with silky black hair, pale skin and beautiful gray eyes.” He tells us. I look at Grey and nod my head. Grey pushes off the wall and walks towards the man. The man’s head whips up and he starts shaking like a leaf. “What’s he doing? Don’t let him near me.” The man says trying to move back in the chair he is chained to.

The swirling ball of energy engulfs her before receding and fading away at the sound of barking laughter. A tall man with dark black hair and sparkling green eyes step out of the woods. “Am I late, JaSwana? You know I like a good fight… I mean, party.” JaSwana jerks her head to a guy off to the side, who comes forward with a length of rope.

"Announcing Cassian Thorne, the Moon Reapers's Heir!" Heads turned. Necks craned. Silence stretched. And then he entered. My breath caught in my throat. It was him. The man on the horse I'd glimpsed earlier, the one whose presence had rooted me to the spot even as the guards closed in. He was unlike any man I'd ever seen. Tall and broad-shouldered as he moved with the deadly grace of a predator. Even taller now that he wasn't on his horse. His hair was midnight black. His face. . .his face was perfection with high cheekbones, a strong jaw, and eyes so beautiful that I had to pause to catch my breath.

I mean, there must be at least sixty people in here. “What are you gonna do about it, witch, huh?” The angry voice belonged to a huge mountain of a man…I mean, this guy must be nearly seven-foot, and he was all muscle, with shaggy black hair that just touched the tip of his ears and eyes they looked so dark they were almost black. We were about to find out what color they really were—he was making his way toward us, pushing people aside, to get to me and my cousins. By the looks of things, no one in here cared if he killed us.

This guy was huge and I looked up and was looking straight was his chest (yes I know it doesn't take much for that to happen only being 5'-3"). I let my eyes keep traveling up to his face, and holy hell. He had the blackest of black hair that was slightly longer on top and buzzed around the sides. His eyes looked like big bowls of honey, as they stared down glaring at me. It almost felt like he was trying to look into my soul. His muscles were ripped from head to toe, at least what I could see of him anyways. He had tribal tattoos going up both arms, with a wolf howling at a full moon on his right forearm. “I’m sorry. Excuse me. I wasn’t paying attention to…” I stumbled out, but I couldn’t f

Beth gave him a gentle smile. "Nice to meet you Beth. Thank you for taking care of me all this time." "Excuse me, im coming in." A soft spoken male voice called out from the other side of the tent flap. A large man who looked to be in his early forties with shoulder length hair and a beard entered the room, he was wearing all black chain armor with an emblem of a wolfs head with blood dripping from its fangs. Although Christopher had never met the man before him but knew one thing for sure.

He was in his usual dressed-down clothing of shirt, sweats, and robe, but I noticed one side of his ash gray curls had been burned, fresh from what it looked. “Hey, Henry. What happened to your - oh my god!” I squeaked when all of a sudden, another man appeared behind Henry. I jumped behind Nolani fast like a cat caught sneaking into the kitchen. The third guy’s eyes were the first thing that caught my attention. Two pools of blood-red irises, like the fire embers. He wore casual clothing, an all-black attire consisting of a coat, shirt, and jeans paired with boots. His hair reached his waist, dark curls in beautiful dreadlocks.

However, if I weren't in the vicinity, there's no doubt there would be vampire guts splattered about the diner. And they wouldn't be Hezekiah's. As the voices grew louder and graduated to arguing between the two groups, a loud shout from the front door immediately caught everyone's attention. "Excuse me!" A man had yelled. From the look on the pale ones' faces, they knew who this man was. I was unfamiliar with him, but I knew upon looking at him that he was a vampire—burning honey-tinted eyes, ghostly white skin, and a deathly tinge to his complexion. He walked into the diner wearing black slacks, a dark gray turtle neck, and a black trench coat. His hair, red, was shaved closely on the side