Chainsaw Man Light Novels & Stories

My pupils dilated as I saw the light emerge from the abyss. "There's someone here!" Chase turned immediately as if expecting an assault. The triangular form with a circular shape within and a carved fang in the center shined spontaneously on his back. "Take a step back!" Fina yelled. We retreated as fast as we could until Chase was directly in front of us. Behind it, the golden light followed the path of his arm's veins. This guy punched the dark forces with ease just inches before a massive fireball blasted him. As the fireball returned to its ignition point, a distant explosion sounded.

Then, he grinned menacingly. Light stared at Wilbur and said coldly, "You've fallen into my trap, Wilbur Penn!" Wilbur punched a wall of flames that suddenly formed. Simultaneously, the fire flew around Wilbur like threads and soon formed a circle with Wilbur as the center. A ball of flames appeared. It was the same size as the ball of white light. A chain of flames shot out from the ball of flames. It merged into the ball of white light and fell into Light's hand.

That beast made me cum without even being here. Once I was in my senses, I lifted the thing and realised it was a lighter. Damn! He put a lighter inside me? This beast is a maniac. He literally wanted to set my inside on fire. I examined the item, both confused and astounded. It was a very regal-looking lighter. Black in color and was crowned with a wolf’s face. The lighter very much matched with his cold, dark vibes. I clicked it open, a lick of red flame burst out. And I have to admit, it bore remarkable resemblence with my beast. Crimson like his eyes, hot like his persona.

"Are you going up?" "No. I installed a remote switch. Efficiency." He pulled a small remote from his pocket. It looked like a garage door opener. "Ready?" Cale asked. "Ready." Cale pressed the button. Click. Above them, in the glass lantern room, a light flared. It started dim, a warm yellow glow. Then it brightened. It turned white. Brilliant. Blinding. The motor whirred. The lens began to rotate. A beam of light cut through the twilight. It swept out over the ocean, hitting the waves, illuminating the whitecaps.

A little too far. I stumbled forward through the shadows, metal grates slick beneath my shoes, sparks flashing red and white like lightning bugs in a storm. “We need light,” I gasped, coughing. Liam’s voice cut through the darkness again. “I found an emergency kit!” Seconds later, a flickering flashlight cut through the black—casting Liam’s shadow onto the wall like a ghost. He was covered in soot, bleeding from a shallow gash above his temple, but his hands were steady as he tossed me a second flashlight.

Snow hammered the windows like gravel. The lights flickered once, twice, then died. Ava stood frozen in the kitchen doorway, phone flashlight beam cutting through the dark. The generator in the shed hadn’t kicked on. Again. “Dad?” Her voice sounded small. Heavy footsteps descended the stairs. Connor appeared, carrying the big LED lantern from the garage. Forty-five looked carved from the same cedar as the cabin walls—broad shoulders, salt-and-pepper beard, forearms still thick from decades of framing houses. He set the lantern on the island; warm white light painted half his face gold.

With a slightly tired smile on his face, he looked at the arc of light less than two meters long in his hand. Next, Caspian exerted a little force, and the arc light clicked, turning into countless light spots like fireflies, flying away toward the surroundings. In the end, only a small sword light tinier than a palm was left, and it slowly fell from mid-air to Caspian's palm.

He spat out a dark light that shot right at Chase. Meanwhile, Chase conjured a green talisman in his hand. He gripped it in his palm while channeling his energy to activate it. A brilliant purplish-golden light slowly glowed and formed into a halo that hung above Chase's head. The dark light spat out by the man was obliterated upon contact with the halo. It could not harm Chase at all. "Who exactly are you?" The man could not help asking. There was fear and shock on his face.

She called for the guards and brought them to the infirmary. Along her was the bystander from before who heard Lucas shouting at the hallways, named Light, that was also a handpicked member just like Pea Hardshell. He sat beside her and was watching how Lucas and Moon breathed while laying on their beds. Light was a slim man of average height. He wore a plain, brown vest adorned with a dark pattern of countless minuscule diamonds over his shirt, which was black in color, and switched to a pair of light brown pants, held up by a bright brown belt with a simple metal buckle, with each leg being seemingly adorned by a line of studs. He shared the ages of the Martin cousins.

He’d spent a decade claiming he loathed this day, yet he looked like he was actually relishing the moment. Once the circle was complete, Ethan pulled out the storm-lighter I had given him and struck a flame. The room fell silent as they watched the spark. "Don't we usually wait for the moon to rise for the candles?" I asked awkwardly. Tyler jumped up and drew the heavy velvet curtains, plunging us into artificial twilight. "No matter! The Alpha sets the time!" In the sudden darkness, the candles flickered like stars. Tyler, ever the observer, noticed the flash of silver in Ethan's hand. "Is that a new ignition tool, Ethan? Let me get a light for my cigar."