Zombie Devil Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

The Devil laughed and laughed. "This is working like magic" he continued laughing. "Raymond, I need you to do something for me" he turned to Raymond. Raymond stood at ease raising his chin up. He was ready to obey any other he gave to him. "Slap her!" he commanded her Raymond slapped Grace hard instantly making her fall off. "Now, my mission for you us this. You made a vaccine for the zombies at Newland Elite Schools. I'm not interested in the vaccine. I have interest in the method you used in administering it. Using mosquito" he clapped lightly probably to commend Raymond.

But at this time, Xander Faris was very clear that the arc of Solana Gibson's Ghoul-Locker Spear and the sword radiance of Omar Pine were much smaller than before. Then, when he got a little closer, Jessica, Lady Maisie, Maya Kaye, and the others all looked extremely tired. Like them, there were also those cultivators who were also surrounded. A cultivator suddenly smashed half of the zombie's head with his palm. Because the zombie's corpse core was not dug out, its strength was still there. Regardless of the fact that cultivator's palm was still embedded in its head, it rushed forward and threw the frightened cultivator to the ground.

To get my killing groove on. Above me, the head vampire heaved harder, just enough to make the glass completely shatter. I stifled a laugh as he tossed the chain saw aside and dug a hand through the fractured mess, trying to get a grip on my neck. I evaded him, tempted to bite his large hand. This is going to be...more than fun.

The chainsaw was placed on a stool behind her, close to her hands. " Ready?" Belinda asked with a malicious smirk on her face. A switch was on, and Zeta was not prepared for the shock she felt. She screamed in pain. Belinda switched it off. " Surely that can't hurt. I'd advise you don't move your hands because you might just get them cut off." She mocked and flicked on the switch again. Zeta's teeth ground as the shock passed through her, it went on longer than she imagined. Her body shook at the intensity and she made the mistake of moving her hands, the chainsaw cut deep into her flesh and blood spilled.

Yet, she clung to hope, a glimmer of light in the darkness. But this creature was different. Its humanoid form seemed to mock her, its very presence a blasphemy. Cassy's heart raced, her soul trapped in a living hell as she awaits her fate. <><><><> “Can you smell that?” stopping on his track Jayantha asks his assistant and beats behind him.

Lucas turns back with a growl, and runs into the woods, getting another zombie. Eliza gets out of the car, along with Monica and another human. And then all hell breaks loose. Over a dozen zombies stagger forward, drawn to the scent of fresh meat. I swing the machete, hitting another in the neck. It falls, almost knocking me over. I jump back, and my fingers slip off the machete. The zombie drags itself forward, taking my weapon with it. “Give that back, asshole,” I say. I hold out my hand to telekinetically bring it to me, when another zombie grabs me around the waist. Binx shadows through the yard, crushing the zombie against the ground.

A shockwave raced across the countryside. It flattened forests. Split rivers. And rose toward the sky. Within the light, a colossal silhouette appeared. A dragon. Larger than any mountain. Its wings stretched from one horizon to the other. It wasn't flying. It was imprisoned. Massive chains of blue crystal wrapped around its body. One chain shattered. The sound echoed across the continent. The Devourer stared at the distant figure. Its confidence vanished completely. "No..." It whispered. "They must never awaken." Far away, another chain broke.

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

“Lucian, open the door.” No answer. Inside, he was unraveling. The visions came like knives—sudden, sharp, cutting into his mind. Blurred images, smears of crimson across tiled walls, faceless bodies collapsing in silence. Blood slick on his hands, dripping between his fingers. His own reflection staring back at him in fractured glass, unrecognizable, eyes burning with something monstrous. The voices came next. Not one, not two, but a chorus—shouts of command, ragged screams, whispered instructions that slithered through his skull like poison. Obey. Kill. Bury it. Forget.

Devourers crawled over the remains of the building like ants swarming carcass. Zoe let out a small gasp. Fear got the better of her, as she instinctively moved closer to Gavin, hiding behind him like a scared cat. Gavin didn’t look back. He materialized his soulcutter from thin air. A smirk tugged on his lips as he moved forward. His blade slashing through the air like an insane beast. Zoe stood there frozen as Gavin got to work. He chopped down one beast after another. The Devourers barely had time to scream.