Chainsaw Man Fanfic Novels & Stories

horseman then swung his whip at me, but I was able to quickly avoid his blows and seize hold of his whip. We both gripped to the whip as if it were our only means of support, and eventually one of us had to give in to the other. It quickly turned into a struggle of strength. Maintaining this was becoming difficult. I had to go all lycan on this bastard without a head. My body started to tremble violently, and my eyes turned a brilliant crimson red. My teeth were showing through my enormous fangs, and I could hear my bones breaking. Now Luca had total control. I roared loudly, dragging the whip—the horseman still holding it—flying to the ground in front of me. I lifted him up and threw him l

I turned to face the guy with the chain, who looked hesitant now, his eyes darting from his downed friends to me. He swung the chain, trying to keep distance between us, the metal links flashing in the dim light. I waited, biding my time, watching his rhythm. When he swung again, I ducked low, grabbing a piece of broken wood from the ground. As he tried to recover, I jammed the wood into his shin. He yelped, losing his footing, and I took my chance to close in, grabbing the chain and twisting it from his grip. He scrambled back, wide-eyed.

He could tell she was fascinated, and he hated the way she watched him like he was some zoo animal. “Cheryl?” Katherine called through the cloud of mist and dancing rain. “Don't let us leave you,” Cassandra added. “I'm over here?” She hailed back to them as she peeked over her shoulder in the direction of her friends. She slowly turned her head towards the wounded beast-man again, only to see him sitting upright. Her body froze in place because of the sinister look he had on his face. “You should have stayed in the car, little girl," he flashed her a wolfish grin. Before Cheryl could blink, he stretched his hand out, with his claws sharpened to dangerous points and then he slashed Cheryl acr

He taps the altar, runes flaring, pulling harder at my blood, pain ripping through me like a knife. My heart pounds, the bond stuttering, Jude’s heartbeat fading. Another vision—the woman in white, her hand on my chest, whispering awaken, light sparking in my veins. I gasp, chest burning, something shifting, like I’m more than human. “You’re wrong,” I say, voice wobbly but loud, yanking the chains again. “Jude’s not flawed. He’s mine.” I see his kiss, hungry, his fangs grazing my lips, his shadows holding me close, and it keeps me fighting.

She threw it up, coughing. Camlin stood the second Marcus pushed Anthony far away, others did the same. She tossed her fan at Marcus and it slit his throat. Marcus growled and caught it before it could go back to Camlin. He tossed it back to her. Camlin couldn't catch it, as her strength and sight weren't a match for the force and speed Marcus used to toss it. The fan tore her stomach. She fell over, writing, crying out. Athena hurried to her and flipped her onto her back, healing her.

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.

He asked inquisitively, that I had to wonder why I had this dumb ass as a friend, let alone, best friend. “We're not alone silly!” I muffled, “ Get me out of this chains.” “What? You hear something?” His eyes darted in every direction , as he spun around, glancing at various ends. “I smell something okay? This thing got no heartbeat,” I spoke quickly as I tried to break free from the chains, trying not to shift and lose control at the same time. “ Get–me–out.” I breathed heavily, as beads of sweats appeared on my face, my claws grew and my canines turned into fangs…

I feel like I’m back on the Ether – as if my altered consciousness is bending reality to ensnare my senses. “I’m fantasizing about how you’re going to kill Damon.” I confess, breathing in his wonderful scent as grisly images fill my mind. I share the pictures with Sinclair through our bond, hoping to inspire him. Decapitation, disembowelment, beating him bloody with his own dumb leg… or maybe you could tie him up and sick some rogues on him.

Chapter 41: A primal snarl tore from her throat, her eyes shifting into a fierce crimson glow. The atmosphere dropped, the air thick with a suffocating coldness. She lunged forward with an astonishing speed, a blur of brown. Her sharp dark nails struck, aiming for my chest, but I sidestepped. The crowd cheered, a mix of anticipation and excitement. With a loud roar, she successfully dug her claws into my shoulders, drawing blood, a stark contrast to my white fur. I groaned, slamming my body against hers, making her lose balance. We rolled across the ground, biting and clawing at each other.

the pinch faced woman said in a voice that resembled a cackle. I looked at her for a moment, as if trying to take in the reality of it all. Then, I continued. “I fell asleep. When I woke up, Cindy was tied to stakes in the ground and they were gang raping her. She was covered with blood and bruises. I was being forcefully restrained by Ethan Jefferson, who told me that they pulled out Cindy’s fangs. I didn’t know what to do, so I tried to bring my magic forth to help me break free from Ethan and then to help stop what they were doing to Cindy. When my magic built up inside of me, I think it mixed with my anger or something because the next thing I knew all of the boys were on fire.” “