Chainsaw Man Death Battle Novels & Stories

"Whatever you decide, I'm with you." I pulled him close. "Dying together... that still counts as being together." I summoned every last member of the pack to the altar. A silver blade lay on the stone. This was my final farewell. The crowd stared up at me, and I saw it in their eyes — grief, love, gratitude. To them, I had been an Alpha who gave everything. Some were already weeping. After everything I'd been through, death didn't frighten me anymore. My only regret was Lucian. I was the one who had pulled him into this world. I was the one who made him carry this burden.

That cousin cried out in pain as blood sprayed from his nose. Jean was instantly surrounded by five or six men. Soon, she was pinned to the ground. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. "Get your hands off her!" I snatched a bottle and smashed it on the edge of the table. I pointed the jagged edge at the group and snarled, "I'll kill you if you dare move one inch; after all, I've got nothing left to lose!" In that instant, the cousins were momentarily paralyzed, and one by one, they released their hold.

Collins began to enchant spell, however, his eyes widen as he sees knights with a large curve ax in the air swiftly brought it down on him. Collins swings his sword into the air. The sheer amount of force from the ax from the large strong knight shatters his sword slicing his right arm. Before he could do anything. Twelve Elves swiftly runs thrusting their sword from all angles and direction at him. Like thousand needles Collins felt swords thrusting through him in all directions. Blood splatters into the air and he died. The knights and Jing cuts off the mushroom man and the bunny however they instantly disappear.

"But I remember the feeling of your hand in mine. And I would rather die in this life than live in one where I don't know your name." ​"Then you will die together!" Silas roared. ​He waved his hand, and the stained-glass windows of the Great Hall shattered. From the darkness outside, a thousand black-winged Reapers poured in, their mechanical stingers humming with the frequency of death. ​"Back to back?" I asked, stepping up to Julian’s side, my Scythe humming in sync with his sword. ​Julian looked at me, a wolfish, familiar smile touching his lips. The silver marks on his face were fully active now, glowing with a brilliance that blinded the front row of nobles.

A Shadow Sect warrior stepped forward, his wrist flicking to reveal a flash of steel. "No, please!" Nash's plea echoed, filled with terror. "You dare?!" Zane bellowed, his form a blur as he lunged forward. As he was halfway through his desperate charge, a swift slash whisked past Nash's neck. A heartbeat later, a crimson streak blossomed across his throat, and blood jetted out with the force of an arrow. Nash's mouth gaped open, a silent plea for words that would never come. His legs gave one final twitch before stillness took him, his eyes wide as if in disbelief.

But I held my ground, matching her strike for strike. “You’re persistent,” she said, her voice cold. “And you’re finished,” I replied. As the battle reached its climax, Jessica and Marcus joined me, their combined efforts forcing Elara back. “You can’t win,” Elara hissed, her voice laced with desperation. “We already have,” I said, driving my dagger into her chest. Her scream echoed through the clearing as she crumpled to the ground, her body dissolving into ash.

That's when my eyes widened at what Mr Perelman said. So, Albus and Hailey are alive? Then the only dad died? What a trick of nature! I immediately turned to the door when suddenly someone came in. The none other than Albus Wesley. The Zombie Man though he can fool everyone not until he met the woodcutter. The woodcutter saw the Zombie Man eating a white deer in the middle of the forest. My eyes widened not because I saw him again, but because I could see the black aura on him. Only now have I seen something like this. From my bed, I could see with my bared eyes the black smoke all over Albus Wesley's whole being.

This is going to hurt. An ululation suddenly rose in the night sky, a symphony of howls that grew in tenor. Trent grinned as Jaxon chose that moment to join the battle, leading Nathan and the others into the fray. Silver bullets whizzing, Nathan evened the odds and drew attention away from Trent and Darren, still the pair closest to the vampire, who, insanely enough, laughed. "Enough of the games. Time for you to die," Trent snarled. Charging in Roderick's direction, Trent saw the bullet that hit the creature in the back and burst through his chest, followed by one in his neck and then his leg. The last made the vampire stumble, and his face darkened in annoyance.

The Waitara Path’s soul spirit knew he was in danger. He quickly withdrew, but a dazzling light emerged from the hammer, blocking his path. He slammed into it and was bounced back. Left with no choice, he raised his hands to block the hammer. However, the hammer’s overwhelming power knocked him into the ocean. He emerged, holding the hammer high, and said furiously, “Do you really want a battle to the death with me, Thea? Don’t you know I’m immortal?”

I watched in horror as the fight raged on, the forest echoing with pain and fury. Damon tore through them, killing without hesitation. Finally, he reached Klaus. Their battle was vicious, claws and fangs flashing in the moonlight, but Damon was stronger. In one final, violent strike, he ripped Klaus’s throat out, sending him crashing to the ground, lifeless. A few of his remaining men flee, that one bloody battle coming to an end. But did it? Damon turned, his eyes burning with madness, as he set his gaze on Asher.