Fox Devil Chainsaw Man Novelas e Histórias

Daniel float on the air so as his enemy named Igor. "Sacred magic. Helix druk!" A very powerful chains in a formed of lightning and water appeared on Daniel's hand. Daniel thrust the said chains to Igor. The chains instantly vanished in mid air as it appeared, Igor was already binded by the chains. A powerful cries of pain came out from Igor's mouth. The chains that binded him clang to his skin that pierces its flesh. Blood gushed out from Igor's wound. A lot of them.

Moonlight illuminated his bulk, glinting on his pointy fangs. “You've made your choice to die,” he huffed, the corner of his lips curving into a sardonic smile. He clamped a hand on a chain saw being extended out towards him — the blurred movement almost at normal speed to my enhanced, super vision — pressed down hard on the power on button and jumped on the car. The metal protested under his huge weight, but went batshit hysterical when he brought the chainsaw down on the glass. It cracked — a wide, beautiful spider web — but didn't break all the way immediately. I wasn't the least bit surprised. Ferrara must've had it reinforced.

The sharp blade whistled over! Shocked, Elio quickly dodged like a rabbit. Crack! The branches of the tree behind him were cut off, and leaves flew like rain. That was definitely a powerful slash. At the same time, a burly bald man appeared on the other side. He raised the thick iron chain in his hand, and it had an iron ball the size of a basketball tied to one end. With a whoosh, he charged straight at Elio.

​The Butcher Unchained (18+ Rated) ​The sight of me collapsing was the final spark Kaelen needed. He stopped fighting the chains; he embraced them. He lunged forward, letting the silver sear through his muscle to reach the throat of the nearest shadow. With a sickening crunch, he tore the head clean off, his golden eyes glowing with a light that rivaled the sun. ​He shifted back into his human form mid-air, naked and covered in his own blood, his claws still extended. He didn't look like a man; he looked like a god of vengeance. He reached the other three shadows and turned the foyer into a slaughterhouse.

They kept their attacks going, with neither actually gaining the upper hand. “4 Way Cut: Perfect Square,” Mane’s eyes flashed with a faint white light as lightning gathered on Night’s Kiss. 4 lightning snakes surrounded Night’s Kiss and morphed into a three dimensional shape – a cube. Mane quickly brought down the blade, swinging it like a giant hammer towards the transformed Camila.

"The great Devison Santoro, King of the Underworld, needs chains to keep a girl in a hoodie from running away?" Devi didn't answer immediately. He moved with a ruthless, methodical grace, threading the heavy silver chain through the carved mahogany post of the bed before clicking the second cuff onto her other wrist. He stood back, his obsessive gaze raking over her wet, shivering, and finally, undeniably his. "I don't need chains to keep you, Cali baby," he murmured, his voice a dark, understanding vibration. "I need chains to keep the world from taking you back. Every time you jump into the ocean or run into a dark alley, you're inviting the wolves to the door. And I'm the only one who get

He tried to speak but his face turned red with the tape around his mouth with all the crying. Viso grabbed his jaws. "I said don't make a sound!" He sneered as He raised his hand and dug that knife in that man's right eye. The man whimpered as his whole body went limp in undefined pain, he wiggled badly. The tape on his mouth ate his screams but his violently shaking body could describe the pain he was silently feeling. The chains on his hands stopped him from struggling.

Then he shouted, “Dark Lord, please accept my offering." Suddenly, he pounced on one of the girls, mauling her to death. The girl's piercing screams shattered the stillness of the forest as Dorcas killed her. Blood and viscera rained down, flooding the grass, turning it red. The butchered girl's companion shrieked and passed out from sheer fright. Flint closed his eyes. The fire began to bellow and smoke. Something began to merge and take shape amid the smoke. As the scarlet mist cleared, he could see what it was. A monster, or the devil himself, he wasn't sure. It looked like a man composed of smoke.

The cellar reeked of old iron, sweat, and something far more primal—fear. Sera stood still, her boots scraping softly against the damp concrete as her eyes locked with the man chained to the chair. The overhead bulb swung slightly, casting shadows that danced over his face—pale, bloodied, and defiant. Dante Thorne. Valerio's cousin. Once trusted. Now exposed. "You really thought you could outmaneuver him?" Sera's voice was low but piercing.

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.