Chainsaw Man Icons Novels & Stories

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.

he spits. I squat down to his level. I raise my shirt and there, just above my waistband on my hip, is the Damned Forsaken crest of a raven with a skeletal wing and head sitting atop a skull with a halo leaning against it on one side and a gun on the other. His eyes widen in acknowledgment.

"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.

It spreads its golden wings while looking down like mocking the weak and acting like the predator that it is. Lumiko kami sa kanan kung saan nakalagay ang parking lot ng kompanya. Nang makapasok kami, masasabi kong napakagara ng parking lot nila. This is a clear manifestation of how rich Hawksons are. Hindi lamang ito normal na parking lot na semento lang at halos pa fade ang kulay. Puti lahat sa loob na siyang nagpapatunay na mayaman ang mga Hawkson. The interior design was fascinating. Para akong nasa loob ng isang mayamang bahay.

‘Let’s find out’ I whisper back, as if he would hear me. Glancing back at the towering, tall muscular man, I notice the chains around his neck and the symbol on the longest chain. That insignia seems familiar, a shield with a snake. I realise his chest tattoo also has a huge snake in it and there’s also a snake on his neck where his mate mark would sit. Were these wolves responsible for that attack? That would make sense… “How about you start fucking speaking? Who are you?” He growls as he spins the blade and points the edge at me.

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The lively guy stops shaking their hands like he was taken aback from a sudden question, and continues, "Ah, I forgot, they called me Zhi, not an alphabet letter 'Z' but 'Z-h-i', I'm Zhi. Nice to meet you, hope you will take care of me." Because of his jolly character, the atmosphere becomes one too. He has black long hair in a shoulder level for a boy, a neat small braid on his left side is tied to the back along with a knot. His fringe has an orange highlight that makes it even more beautiful. His looks are quite feminine, a pretty boy. He was also not so tall, and a guy expert in bow weapon in a moment of fighting awhile ago.

The cut was black leather in color with the white stitched patches which included the gang's name itself in full view as it draped along the chair. The emblem of a vicious howling black wolf with white eyes and snarling teeth bordered around a bright white moon with the name HOWLER MC. written in stitch form around the visual. The bearded man glanced at his cut and continued to make his way toward the brightly lit bathroom as the sun had burst through the small window above the shower and illuminated the entire room causing him to wince from the view once he stepped inside while his eyes adjusted to his newly lit surroundings.

“It’s exactly what you think it is.” He chuckled and held his jacket open, showing the jangly letters and the picture of a chainsaw blade made to look like it was running him through from behind complete with garish red blood stains. “That it is,” he said with an impish smile, “We got a copy of that one in if you want it.”