Novel & Cerita Devil Hunter Chainsaw Man

The Reaper hits with a meat-heavy thud and slides down, motionless. The third Reaper—the driver—scrambles for his gun. Drakon releases the chain. He whips it. The steel links strike the man’s hand, shattering bones. The gun clatters to the asphalt. Drakon charges. He’s a demon. A monster of leather and vengeance. He tackles the driver, driving him into the dumpsters. The metal bins crash and tip, spilling garbage everywhere. Drakon wraps the chain around his fist. He starts punching.

They were members of the Iron Claws, mercenaries who reeked of dried blood and ancient hatred. “Dante Blackwood has a refined taste for weak spots,” hissed the one who seemed to lead the trio, a man with yellowish eyes and scars that looked like teeth marks on his neck. “Let’s see how he reacts when we send you back to him in pieces.” The man advanced with an agility that defied gravity. Helena retreated, but the gravel betrayed her. Before the attacker’s hand could close around her neck, the world exploded in a roar of metal and fury. Dante’s motorcycle leaped from the side embankment, colliding with one of the aggressors in mid-air. The impact was brutal, a sound of bones breaking that ech

His face was swollen beyond recognition, his body was one gigantic open wound, and he was barely breathing. Manfredi looked closely at him. “Who is this poor devil?” he asked. “Your goons have beaten him so badly I can even see his face.” Settimo grinned like a madman and walked toward the beaten guy lying on the floor. With the tip of his shoe, he pointed at a tattoo on the man’s lower arm. “Look here…” It was the image of an angel praying… The man was Angelo, who went missing a few weeks ago. “‘Fratellino!’ (Ita. little brother)” he yelled.

I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous. I had been out for days, trying to figure out the motherfucker that sent those bastards to kidnap her. The last guy that I intentionally left alive to question took his own life before I could get anything from him. The mistake I made was not searching his body for weapons, so when he woke up, he cut the rope that was used to tie his hands behind the chair loose with a pocket knife he had in his back pocket. Fortunately, I figured out that he had cut himself loose before he could escape the building. But the moment my men caught him and tried to take him back to the chair, he suddenly used that same knife to slit his throat, taking his own lif

As their hands reached for my pants and I saw their lecherous faces clearly, my blood turned cold. It was the very same gang of criminals who had caused my death in my previous life! Why? I had changed so much after being reborn, but why did my husband still fall for someone else and leave me instead? Why was I still being targeted by these men? As I felt a hand sliding down my waist, that revolting, slimy feeling disintegrated any rational thought I had left. In one swift motion, I pulled out the dagger I had hidden on my body and drove it into his groin.

The child's body became more wounded and her body was full of blood because of the wound caused by the devil on the child's body. "Ahhhhhhhhh ....! Ahhhhhh ....! Ahhhh ....!" Repeated screams of the girl because of the pain that frightened everyone outside. The man was still doing what he was doing and praying over and over. "This body is mine ...! Her soul is mine ..! The devil shouted." "You can't take that girl.!" The man cried out and resumed her prayer. The devil is already in pain so he loses his mind and tries to get out of bondage. The wind in the room grew stronger and the rope on the child's hand was removed.

Had this little shit really just looked me in the eye and asked to sleep with my mate? “What did you just say, you piece of shit?” I growled grabbing him by the throat and lifting him off the ground. My vision was blurring and everything had gone red. I could see the fear in his eyes, he knew he was about to die and I knew there was nothing anyone could do to stop me. I could feel the nails on my hands grow into razor sharp claws and my teeth elongating. I was savoring the fear rolling off this piece of shit It had been too long since I had let my demon side show and it felt great. I arched my back as large black wings sprouted from my back. I sunk my teeth into his throat and heard a sicken

However, the moment we leave Carmen's cell behind, Jarek grabs the hair at my nape and turns me to face him. "It's been such a long time, pauper, and I think you've forgotten your place," Jarek states, grinning wickedly. "How about I remind you of it, and hopefully, you remember who the fuck I am?" Immediately, it's like electrical shockwaves shoot through my core, igniting the flames that only burn for one person—the devil himself. Don't get me wrong, I love the man Jarek's become, but I won't deny that I crave what the devil can do to me.