Chainsaw Man Himeno Novels & Stories

His smile deepened, a teasing glint in his dark blue eyes. "Glad to see you have not forgotten your childhood friend" I gasped, a flood of memories suddenly rushing back to me. Summer afternoons spent running through the woods, chasing each other by the river. Laughing so hard we couldn’t breathe. The secret treehouse we had sworn no one else would ever find. It was really , Romer. My childhood friend, the one who had disappeared when we were still kids. He had moved to a far away pack and even if we promised each other to keep in touch, but years passed by and slowly we stopped writing.

He is not one of his men, he could tell as he smelt differently. “This is not the night you two die,” He groaned deeply as he felt that he had seen a replacement for Sheila and Clara and without wasting time, he charged towards the man. He caught him by the neck and before the man could scream, he pierced his fang tooth on his neck and began to drain his blood hungrily. Chico groaned furiously as he felt disappointed again by Hamilton’s failure to kill Sheila and Clara, knowing that he would not harm them after consuming the blood of the man he had caught.

It makes me realize how utterly powerless a human is compared to Hayden and that fighting back isn't an option—the merman is too muscular, too darn big, and carved from stone. "NO-NO-NO!" Nick struggles, kicking with his legs in the air as the merman lifts him higher from the ground. The man screams when he is held right above Hayden's sharp teeth. "I HAVE DONE NOTHING WRONG!" Nick screams in fright, and even so, I find myself stuck, mouth dry, and not a sound escaping me as I watch him disappear. Hayden swallows him whole, and then Nick is no more. Fear travels over my skin. I'm feeling chilled to the bone, and my lips part, but not a sound comes out as I stare up at Hayden, the merman who

I open my mind to everyone in the clearing, so they all hear me at once. “The Legend of the White Chimera,” I shout. Enyo screams, “FATHER!” “Oh, shut up, you stupid bitch.” I open my jaws wide and breathe out the fire while simultaneously snapping my jaws closed over her tiny human body, biting her in half. I fling half of her body from my mouth and swallow the rest. “Hmm, Goddess is delicious.” Amelda purrs, laughing. “Not exactly what I had in mind for strategy, but this worked.” “I don’t feel so great, Amelda.”

“What is your name, and why were you trapped inside that chamber? Who did that to you?” The man replied weakly, “My name hails from one of the ancient sects, so it is quite a mouthful, Xenosilamul, but you can call me Xenos for short.” His name’s weirdness was the last thing on my mind. I had much important questions to ask. “And I believe the witch put you inside the chamber, Xenos?” He nodded, “She was a very powerful witch who destroyed the peace between all of the races and…and sowed the seeds of hatred in the minds of the leaders of the supernatural races against each other. I believe I do not need to give you the details.”

They all froze in shock as all the demons emerged but worst of all was the one facing Lena. Heimdall is being overrun by the demons and he kicks and punches them repeatedly. He is both fast, strong and agile. Meanwhile Lena strikes beams of lightning into the chest of the giant. Her lightning disseminated chunks of its flesh or more like stone. But it keeps growing back like it was never affected by anything.

Tessa’s POV The first thing I realize as I stare into the eyes of the man who rescued me is that he’s definitely not Evander. In fact, this man couldn’t be further from Evander if he wanted to be. Where Evander’s hair is jet-black and wavy, this man has a beautiful heap of blond curls that gleam like spun gold. Where Evander’s eyes are cold and hazel, this man’s are a warm chocolate brown. And where Evander’s mouth is always pursed into an almost-frown, this man smiles down at me as he helps me to my feet.

A breeze stirs the wind chimes above, and for a moment, all I hear is wind and fruit flies humming. Then it comes, like the sudden chill of winter air sliding down my spine. The tether in my mind flickers. “Jandro.” Inferno. His voice is dry ash and unblinking fire, urgent, pressing against the walls of my mind. I straighten, the book slipping from my lap. “It’s the High Coven.”

Alex can see the blood staining my shirt and this only serves to make him more desperate to get away from the chains. "Katherine?" Alex says in surprise, "I thought that you were dead!" She shakes her head and mutters, "You never can trust jocks to understand, can you? I am not Katherine, you fool, obviously she is dead. I am offended that you would suggest that I am anything like her. It is quite insulting. My name is Elisia and I am a demon." "A demon?" he spits, his body begins to shake, as if he is willing himself to shift.

A deep voice says amusedly across the room, and I jump, hissing an obscenity. I turn quickly, pulling the knife on my thigh out in one rapid motion, and my eyes land on a tall, dark figure across the room, covered in a cloak similar as the man who sent me here, though this one is a bit less conservative, and I can see a set of fierce of amber-yellow eyes gazing at me with faint curiosity. In his arm, he holds a shining silver helmet casually, clearly the artifact I was searching for. "Why do you wish to take my Helm of Darkness, Hecate?" He rumbles, tilting his head, and the cloak hood falls back onto his shoulders, revealing a masculine, strong-featured face. He is handsome but severe looki