Chainsaw Man Light Novels & Stories

One hundred seventeen. A bright light hit my eyes. Leroy cursed, pressing his right hand to his face. The pain in the eyeballs decreased, the mercenary slowly opened his eyelids. Lighting, as it turned out, was not so dazzling. Two cast chandeliers, for a dozen candles each. And the wax had just begun to drip, as if the fire had been lit fifteen minutes ago.

Please go and disconnect that light connection. Immediately that light connection was disconnected There were some noise and smoke coming from that part of the mansion. Go to that place we want to see what is happening at that place. Look at your right I could see some light please make sure you disconnect and destroyed all the light in the area. Woo my Price they are there tell the sword to be careful and destroy those light immediately. Please completely destroy all the light in that big hall those there are the robots. Please don’t make a mistake demolish the light and they are finished.

She punched through the weaponized light, scattering it into harmless beams that burned streaks across the forest floor. The High Elder lifted her staff, pointing its tip to the sun. The head of the staff shimmered, condensing the light into a molten orb. The moment stretched, tension snapping taut, and then the ball of light shot forward, soundless and impossibly fast. “Move!” Kana shouted, but it was Tree Man who acted. He shoved her aside with one massive arm and stepped into the orb’s path. The light struck him square in the chest. No sound of impact, no explosion—just a deep, unnatural stillness.

A radiant light poured from it, flooding the battlefield with its warmth and power. Lara lifted her hand, and as she did, the light intensified. She aimed it at Thana, and when the beam of pure energy touched the Queen of Darkness's face, Thana let out an ear-piercing shriek. Writhing in agony, Thana’s skin began to crack as dark smoke escaped from the wounds. The light from the ring burned with the intensity of a thousand stars, pushing back the shadows that clung to Thana like a second skin.

If I threw the master capacitor switch, the sudden burst of ten thousand lumens of pure white light would instantly blind his optics. “Julian!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, giving him the only warning I could. “Close your eyes!” I didn't wait to see if he heard me. I grabbed the master capacitor handle with both hands and slammed it downward with everything I had. A loud, high-pitched electrical hum filled the room, followed by a sudden, blinding flash of brilliant white light. Long, industrial searchlights hidden in the high ceiling burst open at full power, turning the pitch-black room into a blazing white furnace.

His body recoiled in the chains, but he would not cry out. Brigs Carlston leaned forward in his chair, his whiskey stirring slowly in his glass. The air stank of blood and scuffed leather. Dim light hung suspended in the air, dancing high up above the concrete walls, casting ghostly long shadows. Vandaulf spat blood onto the floor, turning his head just high enough that his father could see. His left eye was puffed closed, lip split wide open. But his sneering, thin-lipped smile remained. "Is that all?" he croaked, battered voice full of pain.

I fumbled around blindly until I felt the lighter. I hooked it awkwardly with two fingers and then tugged it free from his pockets. “I got it,” I breathed. “Good,” he rasped. “Flick it on.” With my hands tied, holding the lighter was almost impossible. I bent my wrist at an angle until my thumb managed to push the wheel down. A small flame flared to life, burning bright against the dark room. The sudden light made me squint, and for the first time I got a look at what the place looked like. Like something close to a warehouse filled up with barrels.

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.

When she was done, she placed the remembrance objects carefully in the center of the circles. Then she glanced at me. “You have a lighter?” Panic prickled inside me. “Uhhhh… I…” My hands scrambled toward the drawer. I yanked it open, tossing through old pieces of parchment, and bits of string. My pulse quickened until finally, my fingers closed around something cold and metallic. A lighter. Barely filled, chipped along the edges, but it was working. “We can manage this,” I said, relief flooding my chest as I handed it over.

Not vampire speed. Not coyote speed. Light speed. The world blurred. I was beside Remy before he hit the ground. Caught him. Lowered him gently. His fur was warm under my fingers, chest rising fast. The king turned. Stone eyes tracked me—impossible. I smiled. “Let’s try that again.” I flung the light blades. They sliced through stone chains like butter. Links exploded into dust. The king roared. Reservoir water boiled. Seras joined—maple fire weaving with my Light, creating solar flares that lit the mist gold.