Chainsaw Man Light Novels & Stories

The assistant glanced back just as the car drove into a tunnel. The man's face was hidden in the shadows, making it hard to see clearly. All she could make out was his hands resting on his knees. He casually flicked a lighter on and off. The lighter was plain silver-white, with no fancy patterns or brand names. It was just a simple, old-school flip lighter. The only thing that stood out was the orange gem at the bottom. It shone like the last glow of a sunset.

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"Claire, the wolf inside me weeps for your leaving. Stay as my Luna, will you?" I backed away, putting distance between us. Could someone who had not seen the light in three years suddenly turn over a new leaf in three days? No way. I shook my head with a light smile. "Darren, you've had ninety-nine chances over these three years. Everything could have been different if you had kept your promise just once. The wolf inside me was yearning to break free. I could not help but smile. "If you really care about me, you'll let me go. Set me free."

Lucas stood with his head lowered, as if he couldn't even bring himself to meet my eyes. Slowly, he took a small box from inside his coat and held it out toward me. His voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper. "Wilma, I want to return this to you." I opened the box and saw the familiar star-shaped pendant. It was the same one I had broken and tossed aside in the car. It had been fully repaired. The delicate star glinted faintly under the light.

I hold him like it’s the last time. "Hold on," he says. He grips the throttle. And then, the night turns to day. It happens in a split second. A beam of blinding white light cuts through the darkness from above. It hits the lodge. It hits the trees. It hits us. The light is physical. It carries heat. It washes out the world, erasing the shadows. THWUP-THWUP-THWUP-THWUP. The sound follows the light. A rhythmic, chest-vibrating beat that shakes the pine needles from the trees.

Lysander stood behind me, the dark dagger pulsing with pale blue light, awake after its long sleep, ready for battle, ready for blood. I raised the first wolf's blade. The light exploded—gold and silver, bright as the sun, bright as the hope that had carried us through every battle, bright as the love that bound us together. The light washed over the pack, over the walls, over the gates, pushing back the darkness.

It pulsed softly, throwing the spines of countless books into sharp relief and sending long, distorted shadows dancing across the floorboards. From the corner of my eye, I saw Cassius’s silhouette, still and watchful as ever. I moved to the central desk, my boots echoing in the vastness. My fingers, acting on memory alone, found the worn leather pouch. The flint and steel felt cold in my hand. A sharp strike, a shower of sparks, and a single flame sprang to life on the wick of the main candle, painting the room in hues of gold and amber. One by one, I lit the sconces that lined the curved walls, the growing light a physical weight pushing back the oppressive dark.

He felt a low vibration in the tree-trunk, he lay both of his hands. “Luan?!” he calls. “My Dear moonlight” he said. A string of light came out from Aelius pinky, then climb up until it reaches the treetop. In the road of darkness, Stella saw a string of light wrapped around her pinky. Then another string of light appeared from the direction of Aelius. It was as if, he is reaching out for her.

"My grandmother told me from childhood that there is a terrible evil lurking in the dark, so I should beware of the darkness... So I have always been afraid of the dark. I always came home before dusk and asked my mother not to turn off the light in my room. Then she would light a candle for me and put it on the bedside table next to my bed to save electricity. I stared at that flame and felt safe, as if some invisible force hidden within that flame was watching over me, protecting from all evil. However, the darkness caught me then in my dreams, it lurked, hiding in its depths overgrown creatures with huge teeth, long claws and wild eyesight. Chased by these terrible creations of my childho

"Just keep looking through the glass and tell me when it looks like I'm standing next to it." I left the lens I was standing at and walked to the other end towards the wall. I hesitated each step as I passed the concave lens, waiting for his reply. "There. It looks like you are standing right next to it." I stuck my hand in the path of where the line of sight should be. Even though I was half expecting it, I was still surprised when my hand grasped something solid in the darkness. I wrapped my hand around the hilt and pulled. As I pulled it from the line of sight, the Sword of Night self-illuminated.