Devil Hunter Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

"Sir, she’s still recovering. You can’t just..." Dante didn’t even flinch, he just stared at her with that ice-cold gaze that could make grown men piss themselves. "And who’s going to stop me?" The nurse opened her mouth to say something, then shut it. He smirked. "That’s what I thought." He nodded to one of the men behind him, his right-hand man, Victor. He stepped forward and handed the nurse a thick bundle of cash then Dante leaned in, his voice low and murderous.

Motherfucker. I was trying to figure out a way out of this joke of a wedding, when a man approached us. He was tall, his hair was silver, and there was a scar that ran from his temple to his jaw. He moved with the same fluid grace as the other people here, but there was something heavier about him. He looked older, more dangerous. I was terrified standing among all these ‘freaks’, afraid that they might attempt to hurt me. “Luca.” The man said, his voice was deep. “It was a beautiful ceremony. Your father would have been proud.”

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

Meanwhile, Aleah’s heart pounded in her chest, fear gripping her as she watched the scene unfold. "Kill him," Giovanni ordered, his voice cold and commanding. It was the signal the brute had been waiting for. With a guttural growl, he charged at Hunter, chains swinging wildly. He tried to wrap the chains around Hunter, aiming to trap him, but Hunter was quicker than he expected. In a swift move, Hunter leapt onto the brute’s back, grabbing the chains and looping them tightly around the man’s neck. The brute thrashed and struggled, trying to shake Hunter off, but Hunter held firm, his grip unrelenting. The brute’s movements grew weaker as the chains tightened, cutting off his air. Finally, wi

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

Was he… dead? Yes. His throat had been slashed open with what looked like razor-sharp claws. My eyes scanned the room, desperate for either a threat or a way out—until they landed on a pair of hands. Not just any hands—these had long, sharp claws, almost animal-like. But they belonged to a human. To Lucian. Blood dripped from his fingertips, and his eyes glowed red. He looked like the Devil from my nightmares—minus the black horns. “Who are you?” the man asked again, louder this time, though his voice still quivered. The terror in his tone was undeniable.

He was joined by the physician from the main palace. As soon as they removed the last needles from her elbow, she opened her eyes slowly. Lydia weeped for joy as she gave her water to drink. Heavy footsteps were heard in the corridor. The door was pushed open at once and she saw, the Devil.