Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

“So, the two Wulvers that have a bit of rogue scent - my mate and myself just from proximity to her - have been lurking around the border. We’ll spend the next few days drawing them out for ya.” “I thought Vivian said she wasn’t a Wulver?” He shot a devious smile between the two of us. “We all know that all that matters is if you’re a Wulver in spirit. Fight the good fight, and you’re a Wulver.” I had heard several people say that. I could only assume it was true. Chandler took a few steps closer to me, his nose crinkling when he picked up my scent. “Good job, you’re starting to smell like death.”

What he says next shocks me into silence. “I had a dream last night and I was at a clearing and you were wearing a blank tank top and black tights and there was a boy with you. You were standing up on a hill and the boy was wielding a sword and cutting down all the monsters. You had your bow out and you were shooting at the monsters from above then you suddenly decide to race down the hill and attack the monsters with some throwing knives, it isn’t long until there is one left, and that is when you are thrown backwards and fall unconscious.”

she continued, sweeping at the leaves with her feet. "Ever effort I make to get out, goes horribly wrong," she grumbled. Suddenly her foot hit something hard. She took a step forward brushing away more of the leaves, when she realized what it was. Trix's eyes widened in shock as she glanced at Tristan. "Duck," she yelled as a 7ft creature entered the clearing, swinging a huge bat the size of a human leg. It may have even been one. Tristan moved out the giants way just in time as the bat, hit the ground with a bang. Trix swore she felt it shake. She scrambled to her feet and rushed to Tristan's side. Suddenly a smaller one ran from beyond the treeline.

That includes Brett and Adam. If Chandler is a weak boy, there’s no way he can do the same. That’s why Chocolate and the man thought. “So, I will kill you first,” the man chuckled, walking towards Chandler. “No! You should run!” Chocolate shouted, but Chandler kept standing on his position. When the man reached his side, the corners of Chandler’s soared up for a smirk. His blue eyes brightened before he transformed into his beast form. “What the…!” the man gasped in shock.

His voice sounds more of a phonograph recording than anything else. Our job is to keep the Ravens in check like supernatural herders, which partly explains Yama Ranger’s dated fashion sense. Kera has her wings, Yama Ranger a flying tar-black horse tritely called Nightmare, and Ankou drives a horseless wagon that creaks and groans as the whole thing flies across the sky; the sleigh of an unholy Saint Nick. The sleigh has the same physics-defying dimensions as a circus clown car in that it never gets filled no matter how many dead bodies we pile on it. As for me, I’m able to tread nothing but air when I transform into a full-on giant and six-legged Wampus Cat.

The force of his throw sent the bat smashing into the man’s head causing it to explode in a mess of bones, blood, and falling eyeballs. “Ted!” Cathy weakly cried out. He took one look at her and a terrifying growl escaped him. “Cathy!” “Look out!” she cried out. He turned just in time to see one of the men manifesting a sword in his hand. He swung it in an arc to slice through him. Ted ran his shoulder into his chest. The other guy lost his swing and the sword hit the chains binding Cathy just above her head. She screamed. Ted grabbed the man’s head, one hand on his head and the other beneath his chin, and with a sharp jerk, broke his neck.

Chapter 2 “if your daddy doesn't bring my money in the next thirty minutes, I bet you, you'll kick the bucket.” AHEM he cleared his throat, adjusting his red polka dotted tie. He took a long drag from his cigar and then plodded out. Wincing and groaning I tugged the manacles but it was futile. Minutes later, the bald dude and bulry guy on red T-shirt processed in. “That chair that you are sitting on. Do you know it's an electric chair?”

The young man parried the blow with his longsword, his feet skidding backward across the ground. Yet in the next moment, he realized to his horror that chains of energy had bound him tightly. Even the surrounding space trembled violently. Wielding a massive black greatsword, Chase brought it down with devastating force. The blade struck the young man directly on the shoulder. The sickening sound of bones shattering echoed, with many finding it chilling to the bone. The young man spat a mouthful of blood, his face turning pale with shock. He struggled desperately to free himself, but it was futile—there was no escape.

They kept their attacks going, with neither actually gaining the upper hand. “4 Way Cut: Perfect Square,” Mane’s eyes flashed with a faint white light as lightning gathered on Night’s Kiss. 4 lightning snakes surrounded Night’s Kiss and morphed into a three dimensional shape – a cube. Mane quickly brought down the blade, swinging it like a giant hammer towards the transformed Camila.

Was the fucking thing grinning at him? He whipped out his chopper, an eight-inch Afrikaner Bowie his uncle brought back from the Boer War, and drove it into the thing’s temple. Or tried to. True to his prediction, the creature blocked the knife-wielding arm with its left forearm, stepped inside his guard and delivered a teeth-rattling uppercut that lifted Quincy off his feet.