Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

I say, slowly moving towards him, he smiles lowering the gun putting it by his side. "See I knew you'd finally come to your senses, now don't worry I won't hold his over your head, I know it was these horrible people again" he smiles, as I get closer I see a man slowly walking behind Anthony, looking closer I realise it's ink! "When we get home we'll start decorating for Christmas, you'll like that won't you Ameli-" he smiles, but before he could finish his sentence he's smacked around the head with something, he immediately drops to the floor while my arm is grabbed and I'm pulled backwards.

He was only wearing a boxer short. I swallowed my own saliva because of what I saw that moment. His boxer short was fitted so his pet is very scratched. Yes, it is VERY BIG. It was not hardened that time but it is already big so what if it's alive then? Damn it Cassandra! You are so obscene. "A-are you done?" I asked, still stuttering. "Yes," I felt goosebumps after hearing his voice. He is not only handsome rather his voice is. What is happening to me?

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 "

“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.

They looked sweet, while Thomas is holding Jiusel arms. "They're kidding." My eyes glittered as I watch the cute and colorful keychains. I approached it and kept an eye on it. "How much is this?" The woman stood up as if watching me earlier. She smiled and let me choose a keychain. I eyed the one with a stuff of bears, before finally taking it and handing over the payment. "Don't you have any coins."

The person fires the crossbow, sending a silver-tipped wooden stake flying right at Lucas’s chest. Lucas whirls around, moving so fast he’s just a blur, and catches the stake. The person holding the crossbow stumbles back, shaken that Lucas so easily caught the arrow. Lucas, looking bored, snaps the wooden arrow in half and drops it on the ground. Snarling, he lurches forward, and the person with the crossbow turns to run away but trips and falls. Lucas grabs him by the throat, lifting him into the air, flashing his fangs and looking just at terrifying as the wendigo.

I can’t even describe it. Everything happens within seconds. I can’t see anything, but clearly, he can. One moment there is nothing, and the next, the madman takes off and his body collides with an invisible wall. The modified chainsaw is on the ground near my feet, so at least, if worse comes to happen, at least I will have a weapon to use to defend myself. In the meantime, it looks like Leonx or Atlas or whatever is the real name is waving his bloody spoon around and trying to spook someone. This is madness. Why can’t he give up on that soon?

" Towcs translated. " Yeah, I'm kinda curious about him as well. He's brighter than fire but cold to the touch, he doesn't burn the tree and there's no smoke coming out of him. Not to mention you can turn him back to normal by pulling the chain." Manor wonders as he passes out the cards.

a furious voice called out. Wilson spun around on the balls of his feet. His eyes picked up a small object hurling at him as fast as lightning. The tomahawk buried itself into Wilson’s chest. He gasped loud and painfully, his jaw dropping wide open. The sudden force caused him to topple backward and onto the ground. Alex stood up and gazed at him in astonishment. Wilson grabbed hold of the tomahawk’s handle and struggled uselessly for air. He was dead before his eyes could even shut.

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