Chainsaw Man Light Novels & Stories

"Custom piece from the specialized gear unit. This side houses standard micro-rounds, but the other half is loaded with high-density tranquilizer darts. Flip the selector switch to the left, and whoever gets tagged sleeps like a rock for seventy-two hours straight. Flip it to the right... and they sleep indefinitely." He reached into the foam casing and lifted a heavy, brushed-titanium lighter, flicking the cap open with a sharp clack. "This little guy looks like a classic windproof lighter, but it’s actually a localized pressure explosive. Compact, completely non-magnetic, and packs enough force to take down a load-bearing wall if you set it right. And then, there’s this."

He entered the club designed with different types of multicoloured ceiling lights ranging from Parabolic Carnister light,Moonflowers to Beam lights. James went straight to the bar and sat down on one of the chairs there.He immediately ordered for a drink which he gulped immediately,the reflection of the light coming from the parabolic Carnister beamed into his eyes making him remember his dead kids as their memories flashed through his mind.He kept ordering for more drinks and within a short period of time he became tipsy.

A candle is the only light inside. In a blink of that sudden darkness, he turns into an adult again. An ax is hurled at me coming from the darkness and I tilt Lanasia with me to dodge it. "Good reflexes," he praised. The ax flies back to his hand. He stretches his hand and grips his clench. I felt a powerful hand strangling my throat and I was pulled onto the table. I am far beyond the reach of his hand but its shadow on the wall—because of that candle—reaches me.

I’m going to set it all ablaze. I scarf down the cheese and meat he’d left out, knowing I’ll need my strength, before digging in the pockets of his discarded pants for his lighter. I find an elaborate gold zippo covered in elegant, embossed moaning women, and snap it open, admiring the tiny blue-orange flame that flickers to life, so small but beautifully destructive.

Okay," I replied, my voice even. With that, I chucked the necklace and its box into the trash can. His face turned red with rage. "What's that supposed to mean? Have I been too soft on you all these years?" I kept my smile gentle, watching him simmer down without saying a word. It did not take long before he calmed himself and pulled out some papers from his briefcase to show me.

As the first light of dawn peeked through, I saw Samuel. He was gone, turned into a ghost. His stubborn spirit had somehow tied me down too, like invisible chains I could not break. I wanted to get away, never to see him again, but I was stuck. He noticed me as well. His face, which had been ashen, suddenly lit up with an incredible glow. He blinked, tears streaming down his face. "Yocelyn!" He was so overwhelmed, moving to grab my hand.

Alas, no matter how gently I tried, the doll was beyond repair. It was not until the next day, when Rebecca walked by my room, that I started to snap out of it. I picked myself up off the floor. I had someone clear out the room. Silently, I moved to the desk, my eyes landing on the dusty family portrait. There they were, Rebecca and Nash. Her smile was so bright that it hurt to look at. Outside, the sky was a menacing shade of gray. I set the photo on fire with a lighter, and I watched in silence as it turned to ash.

The image burned into his retina before the darkness returned, deeper. “Stay where you are. I have candles in the kitchen cabinet.” He navigated the now-labyrinthine familiar space until he found the cabinet. His fingers searched the top shelf, locating the cold cylinder of an emergency candle and, beside it, a box of matches. The scratch of the match was obscenely loud, a small yellow explosion that illuminated his tense face for an instant before he touched the wick. The flame was born, flickering, then steadied, casting a trembling sphere of golden light and dancing shadows.

"Tonight marks your true beginning." Theodore's grip on Clover's arm tightens imperceptibly. He's gambled everything on this night going according to his plans, yet the Alpha's cryptic words send a chill of foreboding through him. The assembled pack parts like water as they make their way toward the ceremonial grounds. Lanterns illuminate the ancient path, casting dancing shadows across faces both friendly and hostile. Peter watches from the edge of the gathering, his formal attire immaculate, but his eyes turbulent with unspoken emotions.

She was like April sky, sunrise in her eyes Child of light, shining star, fire in her heart Brightest day, melting snow, breaking through the chill October and April He was like frozen sky in October night Darkest cloud, endless storm, raining from his heart Coldest moon, deepest blue, tearing down the spring October and April Like hate and love, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start Like light and dark, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start We were like loaded guns, sacrificed our lives We were like love undone, craving to entwine Fatal touch, final thrill, love was bound to kill October and April (...) The Rasmus ft. Anette Olzon - Oc