Zombie Devil Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

Said the masked man, then he shot him with dark lightning sending the guardian flat on his back, there was a loud boom in the water. Then the mysterious man tugged at the mask and once he got it off he told Sekora to finish the guardian, so she did using her flow and hitting him with a spirit gun. Just then something started to rise from the ground. First there was long silver hair, then they saw the slanted white eyes, then a white face appeared with its mouth open and long, sharp, black teeth, eight black arms with sharp black claws appeared next followed by the body with four holes. This is the Doom Dimension devil. Sekora screamed in horror at the sight of the devil. Both she and Luese s

"I'm gonna kill-" The man last shouted heard when he suddenly fell towards her. In Ha retreated as far back as possible before that person touched her. She looked at the man on the ground and the man standing before her. "Bro-" In Ha widened her eyes. "BROTHEEERRR!!!" She screamed. Right before her eyes, a sword pierced Arthur's body from behind. Arthur grabbed the sword sticking out of his stomach, turned around and horribly slashed at the man without blinking. That head slipped away from his body, hit the cave wall and rolled towards her.

This night, like last night, the zombie was roaming about Ihordarrine’s streets. He was fulfilling his master’s order. He was involved in his duty, and he thought about that first of all, though the damn chain was burning his hands, sucking the Dark out right through his skin. However, if the dead man had been able to express positive emotions, he would have been proud of himself right now: he had charged the artefact really well. He had got into the hospital where ten people had died from some disease right in front of his eyes today.

"Let's go help larry." ***************** The grinding sound of chainsaw suddenly stops as Larry cut through a zombie into half. His body is extremely soak with zombie blood which is going to start stinking anytime from now. "I love this baby," he says, kissing the chainsaw. By the time we get close to him, he turns to us and smile. "Where have the both of you been?" he ask. "I had to go check on China-girl," Eddy replies, pointing at me. "Oh really? Then the both of you left me with our friends here," Larry says, pointing at the heap of zombie corpse around him.

); beautiful Bub, who —if all went as planned—would have a brother or sister within a few years’ time; their visits to see friends for birthday parties; babysitters; news rants; wives harping at their husbands for not putting away their tools— Emily clenched the shovel. Roared. She jumped, aiming for the zombie’s head but striking its shoulder instead, snapping the collarbone. It shot its glare at her, eyes glassy and black. They didn’t blink. Emily watched its skeleton contort beneath the drum-tight pull of its skin. It looked so frail; only it wasn’t. But worst of all was the way the muscles around its mouth had drawn back in a permanent smile, revealing all those elongated teeth.

Taking a step forward, I began to go to help, but the beautiful mysterious man halted me. “It’s too late.” His fingers were hot upon my wrist. “What do you mean? You mean…you are here for them?” I stepped back towards him, but I didn’t pull my arm away from his warm grip. “Not all of them, just one. The rest have gone up above. I strictly work below.” “Are you the Grim Reaper?” Tears were building up in my eyes. “My name is Ash and you can say I am the Devil’s right-hand man,” he said. A tear glided down my cheek. Ash reached to my skin and wiped it. “Do I scare you?”

And death he brought. Silver and Colin fought back to back. Two boys fought an army of vampires. Colin summoned five of his chains with sharp edges. Three of them whipped about sending vampires flying into the air with deep gash and wounds, baring their way. Two chains he used to kill. They moved between the vampires, seeking their pay; the vampire’s spines, freeing the vampires' heads from their bodies.

Wind gnawed at the hem of my hoodie. The screen lit up with a single text. You want your brother back? Erebus. 11PM. Ask for the Devil’s Show. My fingers went numb first. Then my throat closed up. The bag of groceries slipped from my hand, like my body didn’t know how to hold anything anymore. The bread hit the ground with a sad little puff, the onion rolled into the gutter like it was trying to escape the moment, and the eggs—well, those bastards cracked on impact. Of course they did.

The kind of smell that never left. I stepped into the underground room, my boots echoing against the concrete floor. The light above flickered faintly, casting shadows over the two pieces of shit chained to the wall. Their arms stretched high, their shirts torn, their faces already swollen and bruised. The metallic rattle of the chains was the only sound they could manage now. I rolled my sleeves up slowly. My knuckles were still raw from earlier, but I didn’t give a fuck. Not tonight. Not after what almost happened to her.

Immediately I walked in the bathroom I felt someone looking at me. I glanced off to the side absentmindedly. I jolted, my heart feeling like it would jump out of my mouth and nearly slipping in the blood. There was a man there, laid up against the wall like a forgotten doll. He was a short man, with how his legs were bent around him and he too was bleeding all over the floor. His mouth was open in a permanent scream. “Do not look at him. He is as insignificant in death as he was in life.”