Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

Part One: Eyes of the Wolf Jamie Dalton lifted the grocery bag filled with Halloween candy and took a moment to inhale the aroma drifting from it. For most people Christmas was their favorite holiday but Jamie had always loved Halloween. From the time she was nine years old she made up fanciful stories about the night, stories of goblins and ghosts and all manner of creatures. As she got older the stories became more intricate, the characters more detailed. By the time she was an adult she was weaving in erotic scenes and drooling over the heroines she created.

It turned into a crazy python that instantly wrapped around the man's body. "Soul Devouring Chain, die!" "Boom" As he spoke, a black light wrapped around the chain like a magic fire and quickly spread toward the man. "Even if I die, I will not let you get it. Boy, take it!" The man tied up by the chain suddenly let out a shrill roar. His eyes were full of hatred and coldness. He suddenly took out something from his arms and threw it forward fiercely. At this time, Zephyr Khan happened to be standing not far away. As the other party threw it with all his strength, something suddenly appeared in front of Zephyr Khan.

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

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?”

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.

The zombie's claws collided against his blade and it let another angry roar, "Roarr!!" Fatigue weighed on the man's body, but his gaze turned ice-cold as he said, "It's time to finish this." As soon as he spoke, he flicked his hand, and a small whip of black flame shot from his palm toward the zombie's chest. The moment the flame touched its rotten body, it flared up as if doused in gasoline. The zombie's dull grey eyes shifted as it sensed danger, and it stumbled back. Noticing it was trying to escape, the man swung his longsword diagonally at the zombie's head. A second later, the zombie's head tilted and fell to the ground with a dull thud and its body collapsing right after.

He could tell she was fascinated, and he hated the way she watched him like he was some zoo animal. “Cheryl?” Katherine called through the cloud of mist and dancing rain. “Don't let us leave you,” Cassandra added. “I'm over here?” She hailed back to them as she peeked over her shoulder in the direction of her friends. She slowly turned her head towards the wounded beast-man again, only to see him sitting upright. Her body froze in place because of the sinister look he had on his face. “You should have stayed in the car, little girl," he flashed her a wolfish grin. Before Cheryl could blink, he stretched his hand out, with his claws sharpened to dangerous points and then he slashed Cheryl acr

He tightens his grip on my wrist. "Let go of me you're hurting me," I say. He pulled me by the waist still holding my wrist and he places his fucking stinking alcohol-wettened lips on mine. "Fuck off," I said trying to push but he wouldn't budge. "Please, Ross, Ross" I cried, only to see that Ross isn't even here anymore. Chainsaw smirks at me evilly. Only if I could take that smirk off his face. It happens that a swift ball fist hits Chainsaw’s cheekbone and he falls. Whoever it is knows exactly what I need.

Something dangerous. Then, without warning, he grabs the big man by the neck and throws him away from me. Punch! His fist crashes into the face of the man with silver teeth. A loud crack follows. Blood bursts from his mouth. He lets go of me immediately and falls back against the truck. I stumble free. “Are you hurt?” Mr. Chane asks quickly. I can’t speak, so I nod. His face hardens. “You’re a dead man!” the silver-toothed one shouts, charging at him.

She cried about how much pain she was in. Declan immediately brought a bowl of chicken soup and knocked on my door. "Sierra, this is chicken soup my mom sent over. Drink some quickly to nourish your body."