Chainsaw Man Oc Novels & Stories

What sounded like a chair falling over was followed by, "That's enough, bitch. I'll break your arms if I need to." I got down low and looked past the door into the room. Three men were standing over Cecily. One was taping her hands behind her back. She had tape across her mouth and she continued to struggle even after the threat. I had no idea if there were other Riots in another part of the house, but I couldn't wait. I launched from my back legs, grabbed the first man around the neck, and snapped it before he knew what hit him. The guy closest to him grabbed me and I let him. I doubt he knew his friend was dead and that he was next on my list. I bent over, tossing him into the third guy wh

What were the brothers, Pops, and Cindy up to? "Snow. Merde! I'm so over not being able to get your advice. I need to tell you about Gabe. The guy has lost it. Last night I was at Warehouse Video, and he pulled up in his silver CRX wearing a sword across his back, like some kind of Knight of the Round Table. He looked sexy and completely stupid. Sexy, because I know what he is - the leader of the chayot. Stupid, because everyone else thinks he's gone crazy. I mean, really, if I didn't know what he was, I would've laughed my ass off. He didn't even notice the other high schoolers making fun of him. It was like he saw no one else, just the vampire dude who was sniffing around one of the cheerl

The first time she bled, she was only eight years old. The winters had been growing harsher in the mountains, and the pack needed firewood—so they sent her to gather it alone. Her hands were red by the time she dragged the logs back to the clearing, skin cracked, her lips chapped and split from the wind. She was too slow. Too clumsy. And when the Beta overseeing the task—Marcus, the Alpha’s second-in-command—found her struggling to carry the weight, he laughed.

Another corner had a half-transformed one with a separated jaw. Most of them were retreating, seeing that Sebastian was dead and Ovia was a coward. At once, Tyler swirled his long chain, throwing the chain, which whipped through the air, humming as it went. The chain wrapped around Ovia’s legs perfectly, and the burly dope pitched forward onto the house’s concrete steps. Tyler, not wasting time, buried his fangs and face on Ovia's neck. He tried to claw at Tyler, but he took both arms and broke them.

For the first time, Kael hesitated. "You're bluffing." "Try me." We stood frozen, the river rushing behind him, the knife cold against my skin. His pack shifted restlessly. Someone growled. Then—a new sound. Horses. Many horses. Cassian Nightshade rode out of the eastern treeline at the head of fifty thousands of armed wolves. His grey eyes found mine. Held. "Alpha Blackthorn," he called, his voice carrying across the clearing. "I believe you have something that belongs to me."

Souls push him to sit on the chair and he does, but he seats on the side making the chair fall back with it. “Bloody hell! Give me that damn chainsaw. If he won’t sit, then pieces of him will be on that chair but one way or the other, he will end up on that damn chair!” Souls goes for the chainsaw while guy's guy scrambles up and sits on the chair. He is shaking like a leaf being blown by the wind and I don’t know why but I find pleasure in his fear. “Was that so hard?” ask as I receive the chainsaw from Souls. The man shakes his head.

"Uh—I—don't think I can do that." No sooner had the statement slipped out of her mouth, did Cecily's brown eyes glow golden. Out of her freshly waxed pores grew short brown hair, and they stood straight, covering most of her skin. Her nails extended into claws, and her blunt canine teeth were replaced with razor-sharp fangs. Breaking into a dash, Cecily closed the distance between herself and Lexie. Her fingers went around the omega's neck and pushed her against a tree. All this happened in a split second, so that Lexie had no time to flee. She gasped for air, as the hand around her neck was crushing her throat.

“What? Do you still want to hit me even though I’m from Eternalporium?” Kayson turned into a blur and approached Channing. Swenson’s expression changed, and he said, “Dr. Yarde! No!” Kayson gave Channing a slap across his face, causing two of his teeth to fly out of his mouth. Channing looked at Kayson in disbelief and said, “H-How dare you hit me!? I’m going to kill you! I’m going to kill you!” Kayson gave him another slap, and Channing screamed in pain.

“Your father kicked me out of the pack. Soon, I’ll be a f*cking rogue. Does he think I’ll go away just like this? I will kill his daughter first!” The man charged to Chocolate but stopped when he heard foot steps from behind. Both the man and the crying Chocolate looked at the direction where they heard the foot steps. And when they tilted their heads, they saw the heir of the Wayne pack, Chandler. The nine-year-old Chandler approached them with an angelic smile. “Oh? Aren’t you Brett’s sister?” Chandler asked. Thinking that she found a salvation, Chocolate began to report. “Y-Yes! I am! This man tried to harass me!” She pointed the werewolf man in front of her.

Their voices and attitudes didn't match, either. However, she still felt something weird she couldn't name. "W-Who is he?" the girl asked with a trembling voice. Chase did the honor to introduce the guy. "This guy's family is currently at the first seat. Though he's only in the top two, he's still this school's student council president. Unlike his brother who rarely shows up, he is full of life. His name is Ciar Stoneheart, but we tend to call him First," Chase said with a playful wide smile as he introduced him to her.