Quanxi Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

It turned into a crazy python that instantly wrapped around the man's body. "Soul Devouring Chain, die!" "Boom" As he spoke, a black light wrapped around the chain like a magic fire and quickly spread toward the man. "Even if I die, I will not let you get it. Boy, take it!" The man tied up by the chain suddenly let out a shrill roar. His eyes were full of hatred and coldness. He suddenly took out something from his arms and threw it forward fiercely. At this time, Zephyr Khan happened to be standing not far away. As the other party threw it with all his strength, something suddenly appeared in front of Zephyr Khan.

Weapons raised again despite their weakened state. “Don’t move!” But the man ignored them. Completely. When his hand emerged— he was holding another device. Smaller. Black. Minimal. And somehow— more dangerous. Yichen’s expression darkened instantly. “What is that?” The man tilted his head slightly. “Insurance.” Then— he looked directly at Fang Jia. And pressed the button. Nothing happened. At first. Then Fang Jia gasped sharply. Pain shot through her body instantly. Like electricity burning under her skin.

I tug on her arm, and move as quietly as I can toward the door. That’s when the roars begin. RONN They’re not alone. A young man tags behind them, black of hair and darting blue eyes reminiscent of a winter wolf. As soon as he drops beside them, I’m at his throat with my claws. ‘Whoa!’ ‘Easy, Ronn!’ ‘That’s Quain, it’s just Quain’. I squint at him, and it is indeed Quain. Or what he’s become.

*Schlick!* The other two chains came and stabbed the man in the sides. *Splurt!* Blood poured out as his lungs were pierced. Out of his control, Quas Ion energy was healing him again. The skin formed around the chains and tried to push them out. The hook end wiggled as Melinda pulled them back down. With a little more energy from her, they extended a little bit by bit in odd ways. Growing in length causing more damage inside him with small spikes growing outward. One of the hooks cut the man's heart just a bit. The spikes piercing different arteries.

Since I had deliberately hidden my injured right hand inside my loose white coat, Megan didn't notice it was hurt at all. She strode up to me and, without a word, slapped me across the face. "Donovan, as a doctor, how could you let jealousy drive you to kill your own patient? You're not even fit to be called human!" I pressed my tongue against the inside of my stinging cheek, and out of the corner of my eye, I spotted someone from Megan's group already discreetly pulling out a camera. I chuckled inwardly. "What nonsense are you talking about? When did I ever kill my patient? Pierre's surgery—"

I turned pale when his erect manhood exposed in front of me. He smirked at my reaction. "Scared baby?" "I-it's freacking big," I commented. I'm not good at math but if I measure his weapon I can say it's almost 9inches. "I-it won't fit. I-I don't think my pearl can take it all," I continued. He's not just long, it's also fat. I don't know when I became a mathematician but I felt like he’s three fingers wide. He briefly laughed before slowly crawling over me. He kissed my neck then licked my chest, with that, the fire in my body started to flame again.

how is that possible, your memory confirmed your death, the phantom said but then another gunshot rang, Takamatsu has at some point got a gun after he reappeared. Hearing the fourth gunshot the phantom disappeared, "what sort of weapon is this? Is this his gift? " the phantom asked himself, though Takamatsu gun wasn't injuring him it was somehow draining his mental powers. "you can't kill me with this," the phantom said as it went straight for Takamatsu's head after appearing once again but suddenly having a bad premonition as it disappeared. "he can't kill you but I can," a voice said as Takamatsu and the phantom saw a man welding a scythe that is connected to a chain.

Suddenly, his hands grasped my throat. Choking, gagging for air clutched at his hands with my own. The sting of power that lived within him struck me like an electric shock. “I think in the future you should think about your words more carefully before letting them spill out of that pretty little mouth. I’d so hate to see those lips ripped from your skull, Chief Darksyde.” He snickered before throwing me to the ground.

If anyone dared to do so, they would have to pay the price. Quinn was a master at using the whip, but Xavier wasn't any worse than her. He whipped Tom wherever it hurt, making the latter roll on the ground, howling in pain. He didn't let the rest of the men, who were still dangling in mid-air, off the hook either. Pained shouts reverberated in the basement. Edgar approached Quinn. "This man is dangerous, Ms. Quinn." She crossed her arms and watched the bloody scene without batting an eye. Edgar was leaning down to speak to her, and there was barely any distance between them.

Qusyairi’s brow twitched in response. He was right. This man hated Shadow more than he hated Malikul. “You see, I am not from Hadi or Malikul. My owner is Shadow. The Holiness. The All-Knowing.” Qusyairi drew out his new black scythe from his blood and threw away his old scythe after being destroyed by Hadi previously. He clenched his jaw, feeling utterly disgusted by this faceless man with captivated brown eyes. “Let’s see your power.” He waved his hand at Qusyairi in a provocative manner.