Devil Hunter Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

The smoke parted slowly. Alpha Jax rode into the center of the clearing, completely alone. He held a white flag of truce high in his left hand, a mocking smile plastered across his face. But it wasn't the flag that stopped the breath in Elena’s throat. Tied to the back of Jax’s war beast by heavy, silver-infused chains was Devon. He was barely conscious, his body covered in deep, silver-burnt lacerations, his head hanging low as the chains dragged his knees through the dirt. Jax stopped twenty paces away, his grip tightening on a thick rope tied directly around Devon’s bruised neck.

“Whatever-the-fuck. Anyway, I been watchin’ from here almost every night since then and he’s always gone real late on Wednesday nights. I’m goin’ in there and I’m bustin’ inta that stone chest . . . ” He reached behind him, unzipped his backpack and pulled out a short-handled, hand-held sledgehammer. He hefted it, like he was Thor and it was Mjölnir. “I’m bustin’ in there and gettin’ that box and I’m crushin’ all those tiles to fuckin’ powder. I dunno how I know it, but I do. Dad’s soul is trapped in them things, and I’m gonna let it out.”

By the time, the woman looked up at the man she squealed in horror and fear as that man who was human just now has turned into a huge monster. He has two horns on his head and his hands have blades on them and so do his legs. His face was all red with purple-colored scary eyes and same-colored lips, he doesn't have any nose though. I too backed away in horror when I saw the real self of the devil's friend. He looked scarier than the devil and cruel too. With just one swift motion he tore the woman's clothes as they fell down leaving her naked.

my real self lost. ceri:- why don't you face destiny instead of running away velliam:- I realized something two me exist in me. first one weak me who is tried from world and other one is energetic who want to conqueror the world. now if have to choose between one of them. then my answer is 2 one. I will travel through hell to conqueror in order to find my self again. I am coming devil. sorry ceri I think I want to risk my life and experience thrill that why I will do want to my want. that may cause risk my life but can't help it

(Warning: Slight Gory content ahead) SOMEWHERE A ROOM The room was pure white, not even a dent could be seen but unfortunately, this saintly picturesque couldn’t cover the tension in the air. A man could be seen, his limbs chained on the medium sized bed that was white just like the rest of the room. Beside the bed was a table filled with various tools meant solely for torturing a human body. The man that was chained shivered. He tried to wriggle his limbs out of the chain but to no avail. He wanted to scream for help but he couldn’t as his tongue had been cut off and his lips, sewn together.

She believed in her strength, just not enough to take Death on in single combat. The two allies she had were considerably strong in their own rights. Odoroku was a shadowy man with long arms and claws. He was wearing black wrappings all over his body that almost matched his skin. He looked similar to Death, except his face was more pronounced through his dark smoke, with two white eyes peering through. He also had horns sticking out of his head.

"You-You need to run! That's a Devil , Nat- the Devil." She finally seemed to realize that there was someone close behind her and she whirled around to face him again. He knew the picture he made standing there over her. Demon eyes glowing through the smoke and twisted black metal armor covering much of his body. His crowned helmet sported horns that curled up and back making him appear taller and infinitely more terrifying. He didn't really need armor, but he wore it anyway for occasions such as this. He enjoyed the way her throat bobbed as she tried to swallow past her own fear. She held up her trembling blade against him and his head tilted as he smiled down at her.

“You look like you’ve been dragged to hell, and even hell didn’t want ya and sent you packin’.” “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” I tease, rolling my eyes. “You’re a real southern gentleman, Curtis.” He waves me off with one of his huge, calloused hands. Curtis is average height and portly, but his strength is truly incredible. His stained white shirt is coated in sweat while he yanks and fumbles with the chainsaw, mumbling curses under his breath. I find his company comforting in a way I can’t explain. “Are there… big animals out here?”

Yet, she clung to hope, a glimmer of light in the darkness. But this creature was different. Its humanoid form seemed to mock her, its very presence a blasphemy. Cassy's heart raced, her soul trapped in a living hell as she awaits her fate. <><><><> “Can you smell that?” stopping on his track Jayantha asks his assistant and beats behind him.

Then, a small smile curved around the corner of her thin lips. **** Getting to his room, Nathan Peyton tears off all the clothes stuck to his muscular body like a stubborn leech, revealing good tone muscles and killer abs. When the clothes were finally off his luscious, alluring, and muscular skin. Nathan Peyton walked toward the mirror in the middle of his room and stood before it. The mirror was human-sized and he could see his full height being captured by the size of the mirror as he stood in front of it. Nathan Peyton, who was known as the untamed devil in the other world was the devil's son. The mention of his name alone was a sign of fear and an emblem of pain in the heart of the peop