Chainsaw Man Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He ripped out a chunk of flesh, causing me to howl in pain—and anger. Suddenly, I could only see red. The human side of my mind went silent. All I wanted was Chevalier’s head. In a flash, I struck at his throat. My fangs dug into his flesh, and his bitterly sweet blood flooded my mouth. I lingered on the sinfully delicious taste before pulling back and ripping the flesh out of his throat. I spat out the chunk of meat and howled at the sky, declaring my dominance for all to hear. When I looked back down at Chevalier, he had returned to his human form. He gurgled and spluttered blood before finally lying still, never to bother me—or anyone else—ever again.

I asked. Sharp fangs grew in place of his canines and I was petrified watching it happen, his canines sank into my arm and I screamed in horror and pain. He was off me in a second rolling across the forest grass. Cain had a massive accomplished smile on his face "Guess who's your hero?" Resentment towards him resurfaced as I tried to go back to Tucker "You can't be that stupid Leah." He snarled as he pulled me back by the waist, my back brushed against his hard chest.

Keeva’s POV ‘No!’ I hear Channon scream across the room. My mind breaks out of the trance it has been under and I rip myself from Admis’s vice like grip. I feel his sharp tooth slice my shoulder as I pull away, his fangs had been so close to me, a second more he would have plunged them deep not my neck. Was his intention to drain me or turn me into a devil like himself? I turn looking for Channon. His face is pained. ‘I can’t shift Keeva. They must have slipped me some wolfsbane.’ My brows furrow and I try and process what the fuck is happening. How can Channon talk to me in my head? I’m scared and I’m not sure why I feel a sharp pain moving through my body. I kick the ridiculous shoes off a

“What? Do you still want to hit me even though I’m from Eternalporium?” Kayson turned into a blur and approached Channing. Swenson’s expression changed, and he said, “Dr. Yarde! No!” Kayson gave Channing a slap across his face, causing two of his teeth to fly out of his mouth. Channing looked at Kayson in disbelief and said, “H-How dare you hit me!? I’m going to kill you! I’m going to kill you!” Kayson gave him another slap, and Channing screamed in pain.

Her hand on my chest, tracing a shape only we will ever know, and me— Me still here to feel it. I choose the chain. I bleed myself on it. I let it bite. I let it hold me when everything in me wants to run teeth-first into the nearest warm throat and make the world simple again. Dawn is far yet. I feed twice more, small and mean and clean, from men who hunt because their teeth are dull and the dark lets them pretend they are wolves. I leave them living. I leave them with a terror that will have to be their teacher because I will not be their keeper. I climb high enough that the air tastes thin and point myself toward her roof.

As long as I was concerned, this person only wanted me to do something that I wasn't completely in tune with. I swiveled, crouching just in time to escape the chainsaw, almost brushing my neck. "You were saying?" I raised a brow as I punched him in the chest

Christian orders the people who chained me to leave, he holds me and guides me to a chair “I am sorry for the chains but I couldn’t have you pulling any of your witchy shit again. But he only knew about the fire and earth, he didn’t know about air and water, and my clothes were drenched in water. Fighting against the chains, I loosen the ones behind my back, it burned but it was enough to get my hands out and partially shift so they become claws. The chain around my neck was the biggest problem, it was burning into my skin, cutting the flesh deeply with each swallow. “Let. Tasha. Go!” He rolls his eyes at me “I think that chain needs to be pulled tighter” He pulls a pair of leather gloves on

Leaning close to his ear, I whispered, “How about I turn you into my puppet? That would be better, right? Then, no one would know who you are, and you will do as I say so.” As I turn around, I laugh. Then, snapping my fingers again, I hear a thud. “You’re crazy!” my lover yells. “Oh baby, this crazy bitch is the one you love,” I said as my fangs elongate. “Rose, I don’t know what changed you, but you were not like this before,” my lover snapped. Hissing, I throw him an armchair. “Don’t you dare tell me what I am or what I should be!!” I hissed angrily.

then she reaches up and grabs me by the back of the neck pulling me closer, my mouth making contact with her neck. I second guess for a moment I really wish I was sober and this was more romantic but she just thrust her hips up to me again and I don’t want her to change her mind. I feel Finn stirring a little more still restless. I use all of him I can muster and extend my canines and begin to bite into her neck. All of the sudden my door bursts open and my light turns on. ‘Nooooo’ Finn screams frustrated in my head. Chris’s POV

Mom used to swear that if she had not pushed me out herself, she would think the hospital had swapped me for some changeling spawn. I touched a strand now. Soft. Warm. Curling around my finger like it had a mind of its own. For one stupid, reckless second, I imagined leaving it down. Walking into dinner with fire spilling over my shoulders. Daring every wolf in the room to look. Daring him to look. The fantasy made my pussy clench hard enough to hurt. But I shoved it down where all the bad thoughts lived and slid the wig back on, adjusting until the black waves fell perfect and boring.