Chainsaw Man Dogs Novels & Stories

The two dogs in their cages started to bark as well. Mask frowned. "Billyman, rescue them first!" "Okay!" In a flash, Billyman appeared in front of the two cages. Though he had a big frame, his speed was terrifyingly fast. He tore the iron cages open with his bare hands. The wolfdogs in the same cages immediately bared their fangs and pounced on Billyman. Bang! Bang! Billyman raised his arm to whack the dogs, simultaneously breaking the iron chain, thereby releasing Mico Styles and Jimmy Miller.

My fingers hesitated on the edge before tearing it open. Photos split out. Dozens. I sifted through them with slow hands. Pictures of enormous creatures, some sleek, some hulking. Fangs exposed. Eyes glowing. Some red. Some gold. All vicious appearing looking dogs. My breath caught in my throat. Confused. I looked up at him, voice barely a whisper. “What is this, Jim? Dogs?” I asked, lifting a picture and turning it sideways with a raised brow towards Jim. He stepped forward, his tone changing. Soft. Dark.

Xander The evening sun bathed the backyard in hues of amber and gold. I sat in my wheelchair, my usual place, with my usual boredom, watching two Rottweilers sprint around the field. Except, this wasn’t just their regular play. The dogs were chasing a man. A bloody, beaten man in nothing but a pair of tattered boxers. His screams echoed across the yard as he scrambled, stumbling and crying out in desperation. They lunged at him like hunters closing in on prey, their sharp teeth tearing at his legs and arms whenever he slowed down. The man begged for his life as he tried to outrun them, but no matter where he turned, they were always just a step behind.

One of the boys picked up a small stone and threw it towards the old woman. "You are a witch, the entire village says so, and witches should be pelted." He picked up another stone, but as he threw it, he stumbled on the uneven ground, and the stone veered to the left of the woman and went in the nearby bushes. Out came a stray brown dog, almost a puppy, growling at the boys from behind the bushes. The boy looked at the mangled dog. He picked up more stones and threw them at the small dog. The poor dog retreated a little, its tail under its hind legs and ears stretched at the back. Its ribs were protruding out, and it had a big wound where some other dog had probably bitten him.

I rapped off yet another row of knocks on the towering oak doors, and still no one answered. The neighbourhood was stiffly quiet and my knocks were the only sounds that could be heard in a distance, asides the dogs barking. The barking of the dogs gradually grew louder, and very soon a tall, lanky boy holding the leashes of two German shepherds became visible. When he spotted me standing by the door, his pale face contorted into fury. He barked in a heavily accented voice, "Why the f*ck is there a bloody werewolf standing in front of my bloody door?!" The dogs started to growl viciously.

(Lexi’s POV) I’m going to die! I’m going to die! My heart was screaming and crying in panic, but before I found myself getting mauled by dogs, Finn put a whistle to his mouth. “Whooee-uueet!” The dogs halted abruptly, hearing probably a familiar whistle sound from their owner. My eyes widened at the different breeds of dogs, but half of their numbers were Golden Retriever and Labrador. For a dog lover, they were adorable, sitting on the ground, looking like they were smiling while panting and waiting for a treat from their owner.

Her companions, graceful and solemn, nodded in agreement, their faces alight with a serene happiness. A werewolf, Dylan large and imposing with fur matted with the grime of combat, threw back his head and howled. It was a sound of victory, of liberation, that resonated deeply in the hearts of all present. His pack joined in, their voices harmonizing in a primal anthem that spoke of endurance and triumph.

It did not feel like eight dogs at all. It felt like eight starving wolves. A chill ran up Cyrus' scalp. He was not afraid of people, but these rabid dogs truly unsettled him. People felt fear. Dogs did not. Four men rode the sleds with weapons in hand, hauling the dogs forward. One of them shouted at Cyrus while gripping a cleaver, "Leave the bike and the woman behind, then get the hell out!" Cyrus swept a cold gaze over them, memorizing the position of every man and every dog. He then drew his handgun and raised it in a single smooth motion.

Ardina looked away from her comrade Jeff, who is brutally fighting him and Nickel, to sigh but She was caught by the wolf that Louis and Niall are fighting with all their might He threw Nayel to the ground violently, and Louie's wolf was shocked by his strength! The wolf grabbed the alarm and pressed it!!!! The sound fills the whole flock Mars panicked to run towards him, planting his fangs in his guts immediately, howling hard He went and smashed the gate to get in quickly He found them withered and some dead to break their chains with the rest quickly He let out such a strong voice that he couldn't communicate with them because they weren't from his flock but they understood