Kurose Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

The kuishinbo saw that rush, so it raised its hand, but the man twirled around the hand of the kuishinbo and cut half of its body. When the kuishinbo was slowly falling, it immediately jumped up and stabbed the kuishinbo around its centre until it turned to ashes. The guy rushed, walking towards me, "Are you okay?" He looked at me and smiled. "Don't worry, everything is fine now, you can follow me to take you to one of the-" A large sound clamoured nearby, I saw the guy in front of me looking up, and he said, "Run! Run! Hurry up!"

Laura. “I am making you. The Cursed One.”

He heavily breathed before blazing his now crimson eyes at Pedro. Taking hold of the chainsaw once more, Pedro smirked, turning it on as he stood at the man's face. " Adios amigo," And that was it, the mysterious man waited, his head calculating his own moves but he waited...he waited till the chainsaw was now close to his skin, he waited till it had begun to slice through his thick skin, until his bluish pool of blood began to drip. Pedro's face twitched in confusion, seeing the blue droplets of the man's blood, his confusion was the distraction the mysterious man needed so he striked.

He looked like he was in his twenties. “I am not in my twenties,” he replied to my thoughts. “I appear in a way that would make you most receptive to me.” I looked around us. No one was paying attention to us. It was either that they could not see us or that he was someone they knew. He flicked my forehead, a teasing smile on his face. “Stop worrying your pretty head, child. I will just tell you who I am. I am Kuro, the seer.” “A seer?” I asked. “Like Adaira?”

Hunters. Men who traveled the borderlands killing anything that crawled out of the dark. Adrian had expected them to leave him there. Most people didn’t want a boy who had survived something like that. But the oldest hunter, a man with gray in his beard and scars across both eyes, had simply looked at him for a long time before speaking. “You saw them, didn’t you?” Adrian nodded. The man studied him a moment longer. Then he handed the boy a knife. “Good,” he said. “Then you know what you’re up against.”

The young man parried the blow with his longsword, his feet skidding backward across the ground. Yet in the next moment, he realized to his horror that chains of energy had bound him tightly. Even the surrounding space trembled violently. Wielding a massive black greatsword, Chase brought it down with devastating force. The blade struck the young man directly on the shoulder. The sickening sound of bones shattering echoed, with many finding it chilling to the bone. The young man spat a mouthful of blood, his face turning pale with shock. He struggled desperately to free himself, but it was futile—there was no escape.

We ride. Seras is waiting at the dam turnout with her bike and a fresh coat of flame decals. Kayo, Aki, and Riku are leaning against the railing like they own the place (because, technically, in Hanamaki they kind of do). Kayo’s nine invisible tails flick once when she sees me. Kayo (sweet, deadly): “Morning, Your Majesty. Sleep well?” Celeste (through my teeth): “Peachy.” Aki cracks his knuckles; the glamour hiding his oni horns flickers.

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 soul eater sits on the floor, covered in blood and something else that I don't recognize until I open the door further and step in. Looking down, I see a disemboweled baby torn to shreds. It's in so many pieces that I can't even tell for sure what it is, except for the baby bottle half buried in the blood and intestines. Suddenly, the smell hits me and I have to bend over as I lose my supper. Sandwich spraying everywhere, even on the soul eater. She looks up at me and smiles while holding an arm bone and then begins gnawing on it.

"Are you sure you want me to stitch you up? The wound's not clean." "Poison or infection, we both know I'm gone. Just patch me up as best you can." I touched the butchered site and felt the needle slide into his burning flesh. His fists balled by his sides and I felt sinewy muscle tense beneath my fingers. I closed him up as fast as I could, trying not to flinch with his every grunt. I knotted the end and slipped the needle off the end of the tail. "Thank you," He said, his voice weak. He slid out of the back seat and stumbled back into the front.