Kurose Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

he muttered and all of a sudden, Marcus fell unconscious. The shaman opened his eyes and he extracted a dark misty air from my heart and sent it into a fire. “I got it! I've broken it!”

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

I yawned, bored with this bullshit. The just over half dozen men seemed uneasy at my casual attitude. Do these thugs not realize who they came for? Of course not. If Takashi or Rokurō told them they would be fighting Kitsune, they’d have shit their pants and run for the hills. “Get them. Don’t kill the girl. But be sure the boy is dead.” Rokurō said, letting out a long puff of smoke. As he flicked his cigarette to the ground, snuffing it with the tip of his shiny black shoe, he turned, walking back into the shadows.

The deadlock atmosphere between the two of them continued but then was broken when Cuzo servants, Kuro and Clone walked inside. Gabriele retracted his gaze from Cuzo funny face changing and look at Kuro who was striding with big steps at his direction-no, this guy was coming to his Young Master direction. Kuro when he finally was beside his Young master, bend his knee gracefully a little and raises his hands to cover half of his lips and reach for his Young Master ears. Kuro whispered something in his young master ear and finally stood up straight behind his Young master when he finally finishing saying something to his Young master that he wanted.

Says Ritsu while holding a dagger. “And I’ve warned you many a times that trying to kill me or even attempting it is futile. Kill yourself if you want me to die.” “You’re psychotic that’s what you are… That’s what you’ll ever be.” He says as his dagger turns into a cigarette and the domain closes returning them to the real world. “So you’re stopping at an arm this time?” says Seirei as his arm regrows like an illusion disappearing. “Tch.” Yasuhiro clicks his tongue and picks up the used cigarette from the ground to throw it away.

The darkness was now absolute, illuminated only by the faint, orange glow of the distant main street and the brilliant, white-gold fire of Ren Tanaka’s eyes. The rogue Kurogane lieutenant was a blur of steel and motion. He didn't shift into his wolf form; he fought with his short, curved sword, his movements a traditional katas that had been modified for supernatural warfare. He stepped into the path of the second shadow, his steel blade slicing through the dark air in a vertical cross-strike that was coated in a faint, gold aura of his own Alpha essence.

There was no trace of any other spiritual presences, except the faint feeling of Terrance's dying essence. "Goddamn it!" The Axis Demon cursed in frustration. "I was certain... they were under this wreckage!" A flash of yellow illumination fulgurated down on The Axis Demon. Signaling the arrival of Chicago's lightning technique, but the demon bounced backwards to avoid direct contact. He still would take some damage but shook off the burns of electricity, his eyes widening to see the lightning bolt changing direction in pursuit. He laughed out. "More fun? This is the best morning ever! Demon Arts: Soundwave!"

A rusted chain creaked with every breeze. The man slumped in the chair barely moved. His hands were a mangled ruin, fingers dangling by tendons. His face was smeared with grime and blood. He was beyond begging now. “Please,” he croaked, voice raspy and broken, “kill me. Just kill me.” Kaito tilted his head, a devil’s grin twitching at the edge of his mouth. His fingers twirled the blade like a toy, calm as a surgeon.

Kent growled, and his breath moved my loose blonde hair. “Change back. Change back now!” I demanded. He was scary. Probably more than the wolf that attacked me. Thankfully, the fur dissipated back into skin and his wolfish features turned back to manly ones, as two of his four arms turned back into arms and he was standing upright again. Naked.

"Yo Keisuke! Thanks for saving me back there!" Keisuke, the huge sabertooth transformed to his human form. An extremely toned and muscular build notably anywhere in his body. He has a pretty feminine face, wide soft pale green eyes, long lashes, and a well-mannered mouth. His hair is black with blues on the tip and is shoulder length. "You foolish, prince! I told you to stop trying to befriend those from Hikari!" Keisuke scolded Kenshi. "Ahah!" Kenshi shouts and points at Keisuke. "You look like Yushiro just now!" And then he started laughing. "You guys have the same scowled face but yours is fem—"