Devil Hunter Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

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

The wrecking sound of a gunshot blasts through the wooden, then the gun repeats its movement and then, another shot. It takes five seconds for the gun to reload before another blast. Sebastian quickly shoves the old man off his feet, pulling the shot gun from his hand. The man shoves him hastily pushes him, jamming his head on Sebastian's nose while he staggers. He pulls a dagger and aims towards Sebastian. “Mr. Drexler, I just want to talk.” Sebastian takes cautious steps back but Mr. Drexler has no thoughts of backing down. He pulls the pistol from his gear, “Mr. Drexler, I just want to talk.”

Facing the swarming demon ants, Chu Xun went completely crazy. Streak after streak of purple light struck the ground. The phoenix of fire burned out the sky while the Demon-slain Finger split the ground apart. Large amounts of devil ants were turned into ashes. Chu Xun fought his way out and went deep into the heartlands of the Subterranean Devils Clan. "Roar... who is it that dares to trespass my territory?" A human-shaped man, as tall as a mountain and with a leopard's head and a snake's tail, roared at Chu Xun with a mace that was several meters long.

He couldn't imagine what the next terrible thing he was about to do was going to feel like for both of them He moved his fingers and controlled the chains, knotting them into two sizable masses. "Oh, gods!" Doll's eyes followed them as they floated into his vision and then moved down and away. "Soot-walker, my Black Devil, you wouldn't dream of it." "I've dreamed of it many times. But with you, I can have it. I can have it all." Hades snuggled his head against Doll's neck as he sent the bundled knots of hex chain into Doll's desperate ass and seeding pocket. He'd put his cock back in his pants so he would be more inclined to hold back while he did this. He wrapped himself around Doll, bindin

“burned a supervisor alive, too. Just sat there and watched him scream.” “Demonic. That’s not even a werewolf. That’s a hellhound in uniform.” My breath caught and Inara went pale like someone unplugged her soul. Even Abigail stopped chewing on her protein bar mid-bite and then out from the far side of the ring, he emerged. Tall, shirtless with scars like clawed constellations on his chest and back. Chains still dangling from his wrists like they’d only just cut him loose. His eyes were the color of dry blood and his smile, if you could call it that, was the kind you see right before a war starts.

The Devil and the Huntsman. Our tale begins with a full moon hovering in the sky and lightning striking at many trees. A man stands beside a massive cross that faced an enormous tower about ten yards away from where he stood. So much wind was blowing in his direction and never seemed to cease as he walked ahead along with a few other knights. There were about a dozen knights with him, and all of them carried swords and held them in defense. The young man also had a sword, a double-edged nordic sword that ran from his back to his knee.

I tilted my head, considering the options as I let my fingers trail over the cold metal of the chainsaw in my hand. For a brief second, I saw the hesitation in his eyes—the flicker of fear—but then he steeled himself, his expression hardening into defiance. “You can all go to hell,” he spat. “I’m not telling you anything.” I exhaled slowly, feigning disappointment. “Very well then. Suit yourself.” With an indifferent shrug, I gripped the chainsaw’s handle and yanked the cord. The engine roared to life, its sharp teeth glinting as I took a step toward him. The scent of burning fuel filled the air.

She ran toward him anyway. Silas scrambled to his feet, and his blood was already streaming down a shallow wound on the shoulder. The Devourer was slowly standing across the cavern. It rolled its shoulders once. Its chains rattled soothingly on its limbs. “Good,” it said with approval. Something has not hit me so hard since ages. Silas mopped the blood off his mouth with the back of his hand. “Get used to it.” Kian applauded sluggishly where he stood by the wall.

“You know why?” The man whimpered. “Because there won’t be another chance for it to happen again.” Lena stepped forward with something gleaming in her hand. A clipper. My breath caught in my throat. The man beside the man began trembling violently, sobs breaking free from her lips. Her eyes were glued to the tool in Lena’s hand, dread written on every inch of her face. “No… please don’t…” the man begged again, desperation raw in his voice. Lena crouched down, her expression unreadable save for the slight twitch of her mouth—the closest thing to a smile. A terrifying, wicked smile.

A shockwave raced across the countryside. It flattened forests. Split rivers. And rose toward the sky. Within the light, a colossal silhouette appeared. A dragon. Larger than any mountain. Its wings stretched from one horizon to the other. It wasn't flying. It was imprisoned. Massive chains of blue crystal wrapped around its body. One chain shattered. The sound echoed across the continent. The Devourer stared at the distant figure. Its confidence vanished completely. "No..." It whispered. "They must never awaken." Far away, another chain broke.