Chainsaw Man Dark Devil Novels & Stories

This monstrous being was the Devourer, a demonic entity summoned by Rhett. The moment Rhett had called upon the Devourer, Chase had sensed the shift in energy. "He actually dares to summon a demonic entity to aid him? He's lost his mind." Chase let out a cold snort, his body gradually turning transparent as he melded into his surroundings. He closed in on Rhett from the side like a shadow, moving at lightning speed. A dagger gleamed in his grip as he thrust it straight toward Rhett's throat. "Hmm?" Rhett's brows furrowed. His instincts flared, warning him of imminent danger. He moved just in time, narrowly dodging the fatal strike.

The darkness between the trunks thickened, gathering itself, lines of shadow sliding together like spilled ink drawn to a single point. Something moved in the dark. Something large. Something fluid. Something powerful. A silhouette stepped out from between the pines. A shadow at first—tall, impossibly tall. Then two eyes opened in the darkness. Burning. Molten. A shade between gold and fire. They cut through the night like twin brands, sharpening everything around them; every breath, every tremor, every heartbeat in the clearing seemed to rearrange itself around that gaze. The Devil had arrived. And every instinct Adelaide possessed screamed one truth:

It was like an ugly pebble compared to all of this. I ventured deeper into the mansion, careful to not make a sound. I could feel a million eyes on me but I could see no one. I turned into a corner, my eyes scanning for anyone and cursing Gideon Vale for making my heart beat this fast in the morning. The hallway opened into what looked like a bar and the devil himself sat there like he had been there the entire time, like the house had simply decided to reveal him when I got close enough. Dark shirt. Sleeves rolled to his elbows. Hair damp and sli

So in a way, I truly deserve the name La Diabla because I'm the devil's spawn. "That doesn't excuse what you did. He raised you, fed and clothed us. How could you do that?" "With a knife" "What?" "You keep asking how I could do that. With a knife, Andres. I used a knife" Blood drains from his face "You don't even regret it"

She is an angel, and how mocking is it that I’m the devil? An inky darkness cloaks me as a dull ache spreads through my chest with one glance. My heart thunders against my ribs, amplifying the pain, and I can’t ever remember a time when it beat this hard before. So soft, fragile, and trusting. That’s how she appears, like a sleeping lamb in the pasture while the big bad wolf lurks at the edge of the woods. If only I was a better man, a man that wasn’t so dead set on revenge. Maybe things could be different?

The candle light magnified the darkness that lurked in the air. Be it dark or in light, this devil never cared, but he wouldn't be lying if he chose darkness instead, after all,he was a replica himself. He moved to a cluster of things,rummaging till he found his ingredients. He moved slowly yet swiftly, his dark gleaming hair,extending only to one eye,covering it all the way down his cheek. Even with a display of only half his face,anyone could tell he was a beauty. A devil more handsome than flowers.

he asks while nodding toward Linch, one of the Soul-Eaters, who’s currently choking on David’s cock. “Fuck no,” I say, taking a huge gulp of my lukewarm beer. “Another,” I tell the bartender, Whiskey. The huge man lifts his chin and slides me a new bottle. “You need to get over that shit, man. Nothing’s better than the sweet feel of wet, tight pussy,” Devil grins, wiggling his eyebrows.

His whole body quivered with rage, as, like me, he broke the Devil's hold on him, because as we both realised this was no Fallen Angel, this creature was the very Devil himself. When he turned to see Midnight, I took advantage of his vulnerability and launched myself at his neck, sinking my teeth into the leathery flesh and tasting his vile, poisonous blood. He roared in pain and anger, trying to shake me off, but I held on, sinking my teeth deeper until his powerful hand gripped my throat and tore me off him, flinging me across the room to hit the wall and leaving me winded and heaving up the vileness I had swallowed. He turned towards me, blood streaming from the hole in his neck and murde

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”

He was a mafia boss and a devil- nothing more than that. I had barely taken two steps into the reception after him when the door opened again and the driver guy appeared. The only difference between his outfit and the devil’s was his navy blue suit. His black hair was held back in a small bun, which was odd, considering his harsh expression. As he walked past me, I saw that he was a bit taller than my dad but not as tall as his boss. He was around Jason’s 6.1” height. How tall is this devil?