Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

It was the silence that followed the cannon fire. ​“Cassian, look out!” Winnie cried. ​I spun just in time to see a mechanical monstrosity crashing through a glass storefront. It was a ‘Clockwork Hound’—a terrifying blend of brass gears and biological components, its eyes glowing with a red, artificial light. It lunged at me, its steel jaws snapping with enough force to crush a boulder. ​I didn’t move. I let the shadow take me.

"I didn't use hospital software, Jax. And I didn't use anything the Council gave me," Chatmory explained. He leaned back against the counter, a ghost of a smile touching his weary face. "A few months ago, I had to stitch up a human. A real piece of work who calls himself 'The Weaver.' He used to spend his nights in the neutral territory pawning himself off as some mysterious werewolf, but he’s really just a tech-savant who got in way over his head."

That's what is making all this weird. ....................................................................................... Here's the chapter I promised, please enjoy. And keep supporting "Her Man."

Chelsea rolled her eyes and instilled her mana in the device that Wilson gave her , within seconds , a new person was standing in place of her . She carefully looked at the window of the carriage and saw a man staring back at her , the man had long silver hair that was tied in a ponytail , his eyes were blue , like the sky . Skin pale as snow and his lashes seemed to flutter under the moonlight , even though he was handsome enough to crush hearts of hundreds of women , Chelsea knew that the person staring back at her was her own freaking self . " Its amazing " she said though her voice sounded deep and rough " I really look like a man "

It then dawned on everyone that Miren can only be used if you have poison inside your body, and if you don't, it will create its poison and kill the person. Christopher Fangs recreated these poisons and used them to massacre his brother’s family and as well as their father. But before he could kill the Young Lester Fangs who witnessed everything, someone was able to save him, and after that, Christopher Fangs had fallen, no remains were found, he was either hiding or dead. “Y-you! Stop! I'm not that bastard’s son!” Naster almost went mad after Nicholas flashed a mocking smile at him before continuing. “Did this man promise you power? Well, you all are fools, under my rule and my power, no on

They sang. The same song I’d heard in Silas’s dream. The lullaby. They charged the central camp—right toward the ceremonial stones. Toward the bond mark. “NO!” I roared, breaking into a dead sprint. Silas met me halfway, his eyes wide. “They’re targeting the bond site!” he shouted. “If they corrupt it—” “—they win.” We reached it seconds before the first shadow-creature crossed the threshold. Silas flung a dagger charged with blood magic. It struck the creature in the chest, pinning it to the earth in a burst of silver flame. I threw my body over the runes, shielding the carved stone with my bare skin.

" Zan...Zander..." I speak and next I know, the chains holding me are pulled out and my body falls down with a thud. No one says anything. The beast stops. And a deadly silence follows. When I hear the approaching footsteps. Followed by a tight grip on my hair. " Do you surrender?" The man in the hood asks in irritation and I spit out blood to groan. Refusing. " N...o" The man let's my face drop. Nodding. To sigh.

He stood at the man's front and bowed before him. "Report" The man said in a deep and grumpy voice, thick smoke coming out of his mouth as he uttered every word. "I've did some diggings about him. In my findings, I found out that he is not an ordinary human being. He is a creature, a werewolf" The guy said. The man was shocked for a while but later chuckled as smokes came out of his nostrils. "The almighty Arnold Chase is a mythical creature? How funny. No wonder all the men sent after him never return, they were always killed. This is becoming interesting already" He smirked.

I awoke with a banging headache. Part of me hoped it was all just a very vivid nightmare. I went to sit up and felt something hard and cold around my ankle. I blinked a few times with my eyes adjusting to the dimmed light. I looked around and saw a window high on the wall behind me, it was already night outside. I was on a bed and my ankle was chained. I tugged at the chain on the bed, but it didn’t budge. I tugged my ankle against it but there was no use, it was a heavy-duty metal cuff. I looked around and saw a door on the wall in front of me with a small window in. I climbed gingerly off the bed and tried to reach the door, but the chain stopped me. I tried to pull the bed closer to the

Gripping a blade in each hand, he closed the remaining distance between them. Swinging out with the knives, each blow was evaded by the man. Two seemingly caught in this intricate and precarious dance for a while, Chiri could see the man evidently become bored as he was pushed back further from the spotlight of the clock’s face. Noticing a wicked idea formulating in the mind of their adversary. She saw it manifest into a sinister twist of his thin lips as he summoned a chained dagger to replace the gun he had held previously. Holding it up, Tristan’s weapons met this new obstacle with a high-pitched grating sound. The noise akin to the maddening chitter of a thousand tiny swallows, it was jo