Chainsaw Man Icon Novels & Stories

Channel some of his anger into something crazy but relatively harmless. Finally, he grins and holds out his work. I grab the brochure eagerly. He's given everyone in the family devil horns. Carolson himself also got a forked tongue and spiny tail. "What's this on the end of the pitchfork?" I ask. "A human heart." I laugh. "Gross." "And look at the bottom," he says. "He's stepping on a couple of puppies. And that's a wad of hundred dollar bills in the fire." "Ah, I get it. He's burning money."

"Yeah, have it?" Skoteinó chuckled and removed his white smiley mask that revealed the tattoos on his face. The tattoo that attracts Raverine the most is the official insignia of Die Dark — a smiling skull with a bloody fang. The tattoos were all over his dark-toned face. He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw.

That is where my tools for wood carving were. Once I came back, I started the job. Slowly and meticulously carving the woods with some moon phases first. After that, my hand crafted some other designs, like celtic knots, wolf paws, mini-forest scenes, and any abstract ones that I could think of. Making sure that it fits the theme. Of course, I would never forget the symbol of the Crimson Pack. A fierce wolf in front of a full moon. It is a bit tricky since I need to emphasize that the moon is on the back. Using my chisel, mallet, and wood carving knife, my work is almost done. For the first pillar..

Kane POV- “Ambush much? Rana, I told you, this my time with Alsie. You need to respect that.” I was in the bathroom inspecting this beautiful mark that had appeared on my neck, chest, back, and over my shoulder. Four wolves, a crescent moon, eye of Horus, the Sphinx, Great Pyramids, and a bat. The moon and the bat had a light blue outline, the Sphinx, and pyramids were outlined in gold. It was magnificent.

Sweat rolled down my spine as I worked. It took hours. My fingers bled, the metal slipping once, slicing into my knuckle. But when I finally stepped back, I saw it, rough but clear enough to read under the camera’s light. A symbol. It was the mark Cassian had once carved into the grip of his pistol, the one he’d taught me to recognize as his alone. A wolf’s head made of three simple slashes, intersecting in a pattern that looked meaningless to anyone else. To me, it was everything.

The cover was embossed with a symbol that looked like a twisted, enraged claw mark. Nate crossed the room, the ghost sense of Kieran’s touch still tingling on his skin. He stood beside his chair, close enough to feel the warmth coming from him, and peered down at the pages. The script was old, but the images were brutally clear: depictions of wolves, but different. They were monstrously big, their musculature exaggerated and vicious, with four separate, scary sets of fangs in their gaping maws.

"Alright... what am I supposed to get?" Conor’s grin stretched wide. "That's my girl." He flipped open the old, worn-out book in front of us, turning the pages until he stopped at a symbol etched in thick, black ink. It was a large, dark ring with two triangles meeting at the top in a straight line. Inside the circle, two more triangles—sharp, like a wolf's canines—flanked either side of the line. The image stirred something in me. It felt oddly familiar.

“This is completely new territory for me.” My eyes betray me. They drag over his bare chest, his abs, the way his pants sit low on his hips. And I feel my stomach tighten at the sight of his tattoos — ink and meaning and temptation. A yin-yang with hearts instead of dots and the number thirteen at its center, about the size of a big coin, is on his left side underneath his arm. Curling above it is the Peter Pan lettering — Sniff pixie dust and soar — in a cursive font. And on his bicep — the Reaper logo stamped on like a warning label.

Rowan personally bid her friends farewell as they journeyed out into the snow, and now she and those who remained were left alone in the camp. Rowan was sleepless as she gazed blankly down at the old pendant her late grandmother had made for her. A very plain carving of a man was positioned in the center of the charm’s face, and a series of mysterious hexagonal symbols encircled him along the edge of the surface. Although Alex claimed to notice another symbol just above the man’s head, Rowan saw nothing there but a blank space, as she had for years.

Why? “This is what it looks like when you hold hands.” Freya reaches over and swipes to the other image. The inside of the gate changes from words to circles with icons inside. I see a lightning bolt, crossed hammers, an old Roman helmet, a trident, and more. I do a quick count. Thirteen circles. Each has a different icon. Caleb reaches out and takes the phone, looking at Emily’s video in awe. I watch his jaw soften. He looks at me and back at the video.