Devil Hunter Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

Kit screamed, running toward him despite the danger. "Don't, Kit! Stay back!" But Kit took the gamble. He pulled a heavy-duty flashlight from his bag, the one he always carried for emergencies, and clicked it on. The bright white beam shone directly into the Devourer's face. The entity hissed, his attention diverted for a split second. The suction weakened. "Artificial light! Not enough!" he roared, and with a flick of his wrist, he hurled Kit against a tree. "KIT!" Siron screamed.

Chips of rock rained down. I didn't stop there, stopping there would have gotten both of us killed. I drove my elbow into the gunman's throat. He staggered. I took the weapon out of his loosening grip and put two rounds into his chest before he'd even finished falling. The alley went quiet, except for the ringing in my ears and Erdem's breathing, harsh and close, three feet away. I turned. He was staring at me. "Hendrix." His voice had lost its usual command. It came out low, almost careful, the way a man speaks when he's just watched the ground shift beneath something he thought was solid.

"Let me... go... I'm sorry... I'm fucking sorry." They dropped him in the middle of the room. His limbs felt heavy, his bones like water, yet he forced himself to move. He gazed up at the cold devil standing right before him. His piercing blue eyes, the scar that ran across his neck, and the deadly smirk playing on his lips sent a shiver down the man's spine. "Si... Silence... I... I didn't mean to offend you," the man trembled. Falling into the trap of the most dangerous man in the underworld was a nightmare. He thought he had succeeded in his evil plan, not knowing he was falling into the hands of the devil himself.

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

The air itself seemed to lean forward. Kain reached for the gun. He looked at Viktor once more, then at the terrified woman, and then, just before lifting the weapon, he bent close to Luca, his voice brushing his ear, quiet enough for only him. “Breathe in,” he whispered. “The Devil’s about to deal.” And with that, the chamber spun again. Click. The sound filled the room like thunder in a graveyard.

Dragging it all the way down from his shoulder to his fingers. The man was screaming in pain but that only amused the devil as he pierced the tool deeper into his skin. Revealing the inside of his flesh to his bare eyes. "Please.....Mr Lim" the man cried getting short of breath. Lim chuckled like the devil himself. "I'm just getting started. This tool will lead you to your death slowly Mr Richard" he laughed wickedly...

I look down to see him tieing a silver chain around my wrist and I struggle, to have his grip tighten on me. As he whispers lowly. "That's the scent which was there when my entire family was brutally murdered in front of my eyes." "That's the scent which I have been searching for last 5 years of my life for vengeance." "That's the scent of Daniel Black." . . . "The leader of Hunters" My mind froze and I go still. The pain on my wrist, forgotten. Tugging on the silver chains, he makes my numb form to hit his chest. He breathes heavily near my ear to only whispers in a voice as cold as ice.

Of all the people in this life , I wasn’t one to be dealt with , I was the devil himself , I was the monsters, the hod in human form , the bastard that they should be so afraid of I couldn’t think of anything wise to explain his devil I had becomed but I loved every inch of it and I wasn’t going to stop anytime soon . As I walked in , the first thing that hit me was the flesh smell of blood . I could remember the last time that I had a very good meal , smelling blood was just a unique good feeling on its own . I could never have imagined what it was to me . I didn’t want anyone to see that . The man was chained , both his hands and legs were on the stake . As I walked towards him , I smiled

The monster in me have been awoken and it is ready to kill and destroy. The man raised his hands up in what I sensed could have been defeat but he produced a gun Midway and fired two quick bullets at me, I duck as the bullet flew passed my ear, the sound was louder than the gunshot because a silencer was attached to the pistols mouth. 'that was close!' I thought. Though I did not want to dwell on what could have happened if I did not dodged the bullets on time but my mind could not think of anything else as I released two silent bullets back at the enemy.

The actor playing the centipede monster was no longer moving. “Who are you?” Graham and the crew turned back around, staring at the green-haired man with frightened eyes. The man chuckled and flipped his palm over to reveal a jade-green dagger, a tool that looked like it came out of a game. Blood was still dripping from the blade. He spoke in a peculiar accent, “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Emerald Devil, placed number fourteen in the world’s assassin’s ranking.” After that, Emerald Devil directed an infatuated gaze to Snow, speaking in a tone laced with excitement and longing, “Who knew that the little bunny with a bounty of eighteen billion dollars on the dark web was so pretty