Chainsaw Man Character Name Novels & Stories

he said, chewing his gum a little loudly Looking down to my computer, I pretended as if I didn't remember him "your name sir?" "Forgotten my name already sugar?" He asked, giving me a toothless grin "it seems I didn't make quite the impression the other day, but it's okay, the name is Peter" Just for formality, I checked for his in the system "Mr. Peter_?" "Peter Washington"

The man threw him to the floor and chained his ankle to the wall, right next to hers. "Stay," the man said. Then he left. The boy stopped fighting. He sat up. He looked at her. "Are you okay?" he asked. She didn't answer. She had stopped talking. The boy moved closer — as close as his chain would let him. He reached out his hand. "My name is Nicholas," he said. "But everyone calls me Nick. What's your name?" She stared at his hand. "Emma," she whispered. Her voice was cracked from disuse.

I trailed off, realizing that I didn’t know his surname. He waited for me to continue. Then he took a step towards me. I took a step back, afraid that he was going to physically assault me. He grinned. From where he stood, I realized how tall he was. He was probably as tall as Hunter. He had the same built too. “Anderson,” he whispered. His expression turned soft. “My name is Chaise Anderson.” He smiled at me and then he walked away.

The ‘kid’ remained silent, not uttering a word. “Sign…., it seems like we have to keep addressing him as a kid, what a pity. Little ancestor, you can’t endure that right, what am I even saying, how can you bear that…sign...” “Alright, alright, I will say it” He finally admitted defeat. “Oh, you want to…” I said to him, smiling brightly. “My name is Chardon, i…” “You what, go on” Catori urged him. “I.., don’t you already know my identity, what else do you want to hear”

“Out!” Hawk, quick on his feet, darted to the door, using it as a shield against the flying book. With a playful grin, he turned back and said, “Junior, one last thing—I forgot to tell you my new name. From now on, I’m Caleb Harlow. You can address me casually, just like you did with Claude, and call me Caleb.”

A pack warrior, his face pale with pain, stumbled towards us, blood oozing from a nasty gash on his arm. "Get him to the healers," Hunter ordered sharply. Then, turning back to the young man, he growled, "Alright, spill it. Who are you and how did you get here?" The young man flinched, his gaze darting nervously between the triplets and me. “He was one of the creatures” I muttered; my gaze fixed on him. "My name is Hank. But I… I don't remember anything before…" He trailed off; his brow furrowed in confusion.

He chuckled, "My mom probably knew what my ambition was." "Or she was high." I laughed, "I'm Vanchel by the way." His grin widened, "I can see that." He glanced at the white plastic band wrapped around my left wrist with my name on it. "Right..." I chuckled awkwardly. "And I'm Charlie." Charlie butted in, grabbing my right hand, and squeezed it lightly. "Nice to meet you Vanch, and Charlie." The young man grinned nicely. "She actually doesn't want to be called as "Vanch," Charlie said smugly.

He felt a cold chill penetrate his flesh briefly and quickly withdrew his hand. “What did you do to me? Huh!” He was surprised when he looked at his arm and saw no trace of bruising. He poked it a few times with his finger and it didn’t even hurt. ‘How is this possible?’ He became curious to know more about these silver-haired strangers who mysteriously appeared in his barn, but he didn’t feel entirely safe around them, especially the mute boy. Thus he retreated a few steps and introduced himself to the lady. “I am Chad, Chad Berkley. What about you guys, do you have a name?”

I also was still wrapping my mind around how he was offering me a blowjob a few minutes ago - altohugh he looked lie had no idea what h was doing- and now he was walking excited around like a kid in a toystore. “What’s your name?” I asked, cleaning the crumbs from my jacket. “My name?” “Yes. You know mine, so I need to know your too…” “I don’t have one. “ “Oh, come on. No parents, no name. You should have at least a name. What is it?” “Killian. “ He said and I laughed. “Like the comic book character. “ “Like him, yes. “ There was a really popular comic book going around therse days and I assumed he had picked up the name form there. But it kind of suited him.

She went to me and started inspecting my arms, finding if there was a scratch or whatever. “Don’t worry. He didn’t—” “Oh my gosh! Your shoulder!” She gasped and pointed his fingers at the scratch I got from the fire wielder earlier. “Wait, it’s familiar…” I immediately shook my head, “No, it’s not like what you think. I got this from the fire wielder. The one named…” My nose scrunched as I tried to remember his name. What is it again? Lion, what? “Leon Chaos,” A familiar, husky, baritone voice cuts in.