Chainsaw Man Dogs Novels & Stories

"I'm—I'm sorry Sam. I know you tried to save him with all your might. But I, I was just . . . really furious right now!" "That's why we should stop blaming each other. We have a enemy to interrogate and to kill." Malco led the way with Alexander, Mel of the fey clan, Jason with Sam supporting in his shoulders behind him. They reached the dungeon where the the person was being chained with silver bane. A painful and very sharp weapon created by the Werewolf faction. This time he pulled the trigger and raised the gun in their enemy face. "Where is Alexandra?!" Alexander demanded as he dug the gun in his wound, causing the person to shriek in pain. But after a minute he began laughing and spat

Randy grabbed him and said, "Are you crazy? Didn't you hear the gunshots?" Edwin snorted, chin raised, "Do you know that I am unparalleled in the world? These few people don't need me to take action at all." Randy's face darkened, damn, how could he be such a fool. He was about to pull the person over, but two white figures jumped in from the broken window. There were two dogs. But he had never seen such a dog before, it was powerful, with muscles all over its body, very light white fur, and red at the corners of its mouth, clearly just bitten someone.

Her body was frozen. Cassidy had fainted and she was bleeding from her nose, her ears, and to make matters worse. Our pups had shifted, and are now growling at me. Both Channing and Canis are two labradoodle height of wolves. Channing, my pup with white hair, was now a wolf with one black spot in Channing’s left eye, while his fur was fully white. When my second pup with black hair was entirely white with one white spot on Canis right eye.

I silently followed her. The wind in the backyard blew with a harsher bite. Soft, faint whimpers echoed from behind the iron door. Carly opened the door and entered the shed, where a medium-sized white dog was held captive. The dog kept its bloodshot eyes lowered in submission, its legs shackled with silver chains. Its fur was matted and streaked with blood from long-neglected wounds. "It's alright, White Fang. I'm here now." Carly waved the plush toy in her hand. It was a gift I had made for White Fang, a token that let him recognize his owner.

he said, already halfway up the stairs. My feet moved before my brain did. Everything inside me had gone static. White noise. My dad was here. I barely noticed the garden until I was already in it—massive and wild, with a fountain, a maze, and a greenhouse glinting in the corner. That’s when the air shifted. I heard the panting first. Heavy. Unnatural. Dogs? I spun around. And there he was. Killian. With the dogs. Three Cane Corsos—massive beasts with black eyes and jaws that could crack bone—and they were licking him. He was smiling, laughing, trying to push them away and failing terribly. He looked happy.

As the frivolous voices got nearer, two young men appeared near the cave entrance. A cold look flashed in Chase's eyes when he heard them. He stared at one of the men and said in a chilling voice, "Put down everything you have and I'll spare your lives." The man was taken aback but quickly blew his top. "Where did this wild dog come from? Stop barking or I'll cut your throat!" "Who are you calling a wild dog?" "I'm talking about you. Is there anything wrong?" "Die!" Chase lunged at him and hit the man with his palm. There was a loud bang, and a hole appeared in his chest. He coughed up a lot of blood.

’ I say and lunge toward it, striking it across the throat, only for it to vanish and reappear moments later. ‘What!’ I say, stepping back. Someone claps behind me. I turn to face a man stepping out from the shadows towards me with a smile. ‘It’s not very often someone attempts to strike and kill my pet Blood Dwellers,’ he says and holds his hands, palms down beside him. Black demonic dogs flicker, appearing under his hands. He pats them gently. They have fangs three times as long as vampires. I watch as the Blood Dwellers twitch and flicker as if they are apparitions. Their eyes are red, blood red. The same eyes that had surrounded Micah and me. The Blood Dwellers are real.

“ If he would stay very still, maybe she wouldn’t notice him. He stepped into the woman’s dustpan that’s been filled with all sorts of trash - paper, plastic, leaves. He covered himself up. He felt movement afterwards. The woman was crossing the street, dustpan in one hand with him in it. “Success!” He made it to the opposite side. Celebration was short-lived though. He was welcomed with a pack of four dogs led by Chocolate. “You can’t be here, kid! This side is ours!” Chocolate told him with his three companions growling and showing their teeth to him. Polly pretended not to hear. He tilted his ears backwards to tell them he was not there to fight.

These dogs change their targets to Zitrey. Nathan saw this and quite in terror, with this he courageously waves his left hand, shouting “Shuu! Bad dogs get away from big bro. Shuu!!” chasing out the dogs. But those dogs won't listen to him. As if they will. Because of this, he can't do anything but to close his eyes and prayed — For the dogs' safety. “I warn them but they didn't listen, so please don't let them die at the hands of my monstrous big bro Zeth.”

What excuse did the people have for being here? Shaking my head, I put my arms on my knees and noticed the scratch on the back of my hand. I got it today when we were hunting the Candir. Canis proles, or the descendant of dogs, who appeared to be a mixture of a golden retriever and a polar bear. When I tried to avoid the huge paws, my hand hit the bike stand. It had hurt a lot, but it was better than being caught by those snow-white beasts. Especially since his companion was lurking right behind it. I knew the Venator's job was dangerous, but would I really get injured every time I hunted? Even if it was just such small scratches?