Chainsaw Man Dogs Novels & Stories

Ethan The moment I stepped through the gates of my mansion, the familiar sound of paws skittering across the gravel driveway caught my attention. Thor and Loki, my two beloved dogs, came bounding toward me, their eager barks filling the air. Their excitement was contagious, and I couldn’t help but kneel down to greet them, their warm presence offering a welcome reprieve from the whirlwind of my thoughts. "Hey, boys," I said, my voice softening as I ruffled Loki's fur while Thor nudged my arm, demanding attention. "You missed me, huh?"

He's teetering on the edge of his human and his wolf form. 'Mate,' Chad's guttural claim echoes around the walls. He howls loudly this time. 'Mate!' The chains snap off from arms and legs, and he lunges at me, grabbing me by the waist with one arm while he grabs me by the hair, tilting my head back and sinking his teeth on my neck angrily, possessively. I scream at the painful invasion as he tightens his grip and sinks his teeth fully.

His arrows hissed, each one finding a throat or an eye, but the dogs kept coming , bodies armored in spiked iron, jaws frothing with hunger. One lunged for Selena as she turned , its fangs closed around her buckler, wrenching her arm so hard she thought the bone might snap. She drove her boot into its chest, stumbled back, felt another shape crash into her side. The snow came up to meet her, stars bursting behind her eyes as she hit the ground. Kieran's blade flashed overhead. The dog's head rolled past her boot, steaming in the snow. He dragged her up by her cloak, his face inches from hers, eyes black as the storm around them.

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.

Fallon turned to ask Tack, "Your zombies…?" "There isn't any problem with them, but…" Tack stopped before he could finish the sentence. It was because he seemed to catch barking once more. It sounded closer and louder every time it barked. Fallon and the others heard it too, and they turned to look at Chase. He was the only one with a dog among them. That was when everyone saw a sight they would never forget. Numerous Huskies came barking and running toward them out of thin air.

“This has got to be them.” Chief Hayes looked at the sheriff and then looked over to me. “Any evidence to suggest that this was not the work of an animal?” I looked at the limp and flabby pile of bloody sinew that used to be Principal Graham. “Witness across the street described the assailant as a large black dog,” I said. “But I’ve never heard of a dog doing anything like this. Not this bad, anyway.” “You’d be surprised how vicious some breeds can get,” said the DNR guy. He didn’t look much older than James. I didn’t recognize him, but a lot of those guys live in the country.

Chad pitched in glaring daggers at her "why are you always out for her? Looks like you're jealous of her or something." "What exactly is there to be jealous of? Is it the fox eyes that can barely stay open or the full lips that looks like a monkeys' so shut your face you and tuck your tail you filthy little dog!" Dog? Werewolves are in the dog family...is aunt right about this one too? I gulped audibly. She said quite a lot to Chad even I could see clearly that her words hurt him, he looked ready to godge out her eye balls. The mere thought of being surrounded by creatures who can tear me to shreds in a blink of an eye makes me wanna wet my panties.

And I was here to finish him for good. I slid the infamous Grim Reaper’s mask over my face. The texture is smooth on the inside, and cold on the outside. It distorted my voice into a low rasp. And my breath sounded like a hum when I breathed. But that was the point. “Muzzle the dogs. Leash them.” My voice echoed. My men obeyed immediately, going after each dog. The beasts struggled for a moment, snapping their jaws, flashing their teeth until the muzzles clicked and the chains tightened. Their growls continued, vibrating through the floor.

After that, they returned the same way they came. The strange man skipped away. The scene looked as if four evil spirits were carrying the coffin under the guidance of the devil. Woof! Woof! Woof!!! That big black dog chained in front of the door watched as Andraste's coffin was carried away by those people. The dog started to break free frantically from the chain around its neck and appeared very grumpy.

Did he think I was that stupid? “I SAID GO!!” the voice shouted again, closer this time. And then I heard a thump followed by a yelp from one of the dogs. I finally found the courage to glance down and saw that guy again, Nathan, holding a large log behind his head, ready to swing at another one of the dogs. So he wasn’t talking to me then…. The largest of the bunch growled at Nathan, it’s hackles raised, but it kept a weary distance away.