Chainsaw Man Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Fangs protruded from my mouth as I snarled like a wild animal. “What are you? What the fuck are you?” He cried as he clawed at my arm trying to get free. I started slowly to tighten my grip around his neck until I felt the stabbing pain in my chest. I looked down and caught the sight of scissors sticking out of the middle of my chest. In a panic, Winston grabbed them off Susan's desk. I let out a ear piercing growl and before I could stop myself, I lifted my hand and tore threw Winstons chest.

I whined, shoving my pussy harder into his flesh as he lapped my arousal, slurping on it like it was his favorite juice. "Oh! Yes, yes, yes." I cried out, as I pulled at his hair hard, wanting him to eat me more but he soon pulled away and got to his feet. Now I couldn't wait anymore, I wanted to be fucked hard, with his cock. I tried moving closer to him, but he didn't allow it and tossed me out of the bed instead. I bounced on it, my boobs almost flying away. Santa Claus got on the bed after me, took the cuffs with chains that I didn't even notice were attached to the bed, and chained my hands into them.

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 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.

How much of this scene is Skylar and how much is Dee’s fantasy? I only leave it a few more seconds before raising my boot high. Grant nods and shuts his eyes, waiting for the spine-shattering crunch of my boots into his neck. Then with my good arm I quickly allow my claws to protrude and take out his throat. Hopefully the stamp was enough to kill him instantly. I won’t lose sleep if it didn’t. “Hey! HEY! Get me the fuck out! I can pay!” Chase shouts from down the well. He’s reduced in size, his eyes even more savage, cheekbones looking sharp and dangerous under the lantern light. Reduced and weak, but still burning with hatred.

I called out to Chasity, “ready girl?” She growled in my head, “I’m more than ready.” I felt my wrist free, and I sat up on my elbow as he moved towards me. My gums itched and Chasity pushed through, my canines elongated, and a growl left my own throat. My claws came out and before he could move, I swiped across his throat and the spray of his warm blood splashed across my face as the light left his eyes and he fell on top of me.

Gripping a blade in each hand, he closed the remaining distance between them. Swinging out with the knives, each blow was evaded by the man. Two seemingly caught in this intricate and precarious dance for a while, Chiri could see the man evidently become bored as he was pushed back further from the spotlight of the clock’s face. Noticing a wicked idea formulating in the mind of their adversary. She saw it manifest into a sinister twist of his thin lips as he summoned a chained dagger to replace the gun he had held previously. Holding it up, Tristan’s weapons met this new obstacle with a high-pitched grating sound. The noise akin to the maddening chitter of a thousand tiny swallows, it was jo

As usual, all the students are looking at us, mostly looking at Cream or the others, no one ever really looks at me or maybe I can't see it because I'm always looking at the floor but all of a sudden when Coco suddenly turns and says "Ah, Caramel!" I jump a little, Cream's hand being the only thing holding in me place as I say "Y-Yeah?" He's carrying up his phone "A fanfiction about us both is ranking number one in fanfic on W*****d!" A visible cringe shows on my face as I say "U-Us?" Chocolate turns around completely, now walking backwards as he says "Yep! Me and you! Yeah, yeah, I know I can't like kiss you or whatever but in this book, you really like sex! Which isn't a lie, you literally

I slid my right hand off and pulled my hairpin—two sharp metal rods shaped like chopsticks, letting my hair loose as I shoved them hard into his neck. He didn't flinch or acknowledge the pain. He just took a step back, blood drooling from the pin in his neck. “Now, you can't escape me, Little hunter.” He smirked and in a blur, he was gone. My knees buckled as I grabbed my neck applying pressure on the bite mark as it surged with heat. My blood tainted the snow as my vision blurred. “Earis! Earis!” Cassian's voice echoed through the ringing in my head. But the only sound I could hear was that of my thundering heartbeat.

The memory only fueled my anger, making me imagine killing Greg over and over and over again in my mind. Noticing my sudden distraction, Cristian pounced on me, his teeth digging into my shoulder fiercely. My jaws snapped at the male until we had enough. We are a forced to be reckoned with Channing. I'm not about to let some old man have our neck again, Aura growled. Agreeing, I feigned defeat in his jaw and like the arrogant male he his, he dropped me. Before he could move I clamped my sharp teeth over his injury that I had caused. He helped in pain and the men gathered around us stilled, listening to their past alpha cry in anguish as I ground the bone in my jaws.