Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

"It's been so right from the first day I was born. Man uses me to fight. He releases me from the holding chamber with a push of the trigger, and anxiously or not, since I never know in what manner I fly, I am always happy to be let out of the cartridge, and the gun holding me. Free to be outside this shell that's my dress. But it's only when I see the man I'm about to go through, or be stuck in, that I then become reluctant, wishing I never left my shell. Sometimes, I'm never told who I am to kill. I'm just let out of the chamber, relieved of my dress, and sent out to pierce a hole in a man, and become wet with his blood. Guns don't kill, Your Grace. People kill people. But if you really wan

Erza walked down the hallway looking at the patterns on the wall. The hallway was long narrow hallway Erza saw a figure of a man standing in the hallway. As she got closer she saw that he was wearing a masked. The man was still far away from her position. Erza accidentally drops the candle on the ground she picks it up fast and hoping that the candlelight didn't go out. She pick up the candle just in time before the candlelight went out. As she was picking up the candle she saw feet standing in front of her. She slowly picks up the candle and followed the man-body. She stood up straight then she saw the scaredly masked and freak out.

Justin had magic. Chuckling Eddy called out, “impressive.” Justin paired Eddy no mind as the wraiths lurking at the walls charged. Justin rolled to the side to avoid a clumsy jab before slashing lightening at the nearing wraiths. He was always out of reach of the wraiths deadly talons as he danced about. The wraiths screeched and Justin wavered, earning a slash to the arm. He growled before slicing through them like they were nothing.

data-slate-node="element" id="w-e-element-39" data-slate-node="element">“Samantha.” The voice of the man was deep. He even sounded like a robot—like he was using something to alter his voice to make it unrecognizable. “I bet you already have an idea why you are here.” id="w-e-element-41" data-slate-node="element"> id="w-e-element-43" data-slate-node="element">“I don’t!” I spat at him and grimaced. It was as if I was swallowing sharp knives down my throat. “Take these chains away from me!”

Transparent poison dripped from the chewing gum. -Come-come here, my sweet, - the magician extended his hand, stroking the creature on the back of the neck. The undead reached out closer, squealing, snapping their huge mandibles. “There’s a tidbit in store for you, honey. Go-go. The old man stepped aside, letting the creature into the far corner of the room. There, where the chained prisoner sat on the floor. A young clumsy guy with light swirls and large blue eyes that widened in horror at the sight of the approaching undead.

Art POV "You are the worst company in the world. Tell me you can drive better than you can carry on a conversation?" Nathan Lewis was holding onto his humanity by fangs and claws. I could smell the aggression coming off him in waves; I knew I was playing with fire trying to push him into a response, but I couldn't stop myself. I'd always been some degree of masochistic. "Lewis? Are you about to go all Wolf Man Jack on me? This is really not the time for a Lon Chaney special performance and you better not have an axe in your pocket."

mouth, Claus approaches him with a devilish smile on his face and a crazy gleam in his eyes “The tooth fairy won't bring you anything for this...” he says in a childish tone, taking one of the man's fangs and pulling it hard, I see the man struggle and scream while Claus with one last pull removes the root tooth , the blood drains out of the mouth of the man who, when he lets go, his face falls on his chest, exhausted. Claus looks with amusement at the tooth he is holding and says

“Johnny get your wrinkly self over here, your stupid bell is not working again!” Icahbod frowed. “Is a woman bearing the name Johnny in this century?” “No, why would you ask that?” “You said we were coming to meet a woman.” “Oh yea, he is the one who will bring her to us, she is his daughter but you have to see the father first.” “Oh, ok.” Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter.

“I’m still in charge, Christian.” “The hell you are,” he replied. “You wanna lead the way?” “No, I want you to stop being an a*shole and just take us where we need to go, and Aunt Cass, please just let him do what he needs to do.” “Fine,” Cassidy said. “But we’re going to be in here for a couple of decades if he doesn't get his ass in gear.” Christian began to walk again but didn’t make it more than a few steps before a glowing white brightness materialized right in front of him, and Jo realized at the last second that she was looking at a set of teeth--razor sharp teeth, flying right at his face.

Trap? The woman shook her arms, throwing the ropes from her hands and ran like a scared animal. Twillow didn't pause to ask more questions and flew up off the ground. But without warning the clink of metal sounded, a flash of silver, and then an excruciating burning lit up Twillow's ankle. She screamed with pain. Even before she looked down she knew it was iron that was touching her. Her wings gave out and she fell to the ground, kicking her leg wildly. Wrapped around her ankle was an iron chain whip. A rough looking man wearing a long, brown leather overcoat was holding the other end. He rattled as he moved because the coat was bordered with fangs and sharp bones of all sizes lining the bot