Zombie Devil Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

One man peeled Julius's shirt from his body, revealing bloodied skin already torn from earlier beatings. The first cut was across his chest. Deliberate. Slow. Julius screamed. Dante closed his eyes for a moment, breathing it in. The scream was music—high, cracked, desperate. “Do you know what the funny thing is?” Dante asked, walking slowly to a steel cabinet. He opened it, revealing an array of tools—pliers, wires, hammers, a blowtorch. “She doesn’t even know how precious she is. But I do.” He selected a thin ice pick and turned. “And you… you’re going to bleed until you understand what it means to touch something that belongs to the devil.”

"Oh ... they'll be fine, calm down. Haven't you seen how Blaze fights? Even ten times this attack like this... it won't bother him. That guy is creepy when he gets angry." "Are you talking about Blaze or Charlie?" I asked in surprise. Blaze doesn't seem like a fighter type. "Blaze of course silly! Charlie is quite strong ... but maybe he is only a third of Blaze. Your man ... he is arguably the creepiest man in the werewolf world. Never mind ... don't worry about the men ... you better wake up. and help me make food. The ginger men here get hungry very quickly. " Said Devanna. "Whatt?" I shouted in disbelief. Did I hear her right?

Devine drew back, his fist crashing into the man’s ribs with a bone-crunching crack. The man choked on a scream, his body swinging from the force of the blow, chains rattling above him. Still, he stayed silent. Devine’s breathing thickened. The anger inside him didn’t settle. It sharpened. It howled. It tore at his insides like a wild thing. He grabbed the man’s hair, yanking his head back to look into his bloodied face. His knife hovered just above the man’s eye, pressing lightly against the skin. “I will cut you apart piece by piece,” Devine said, voice low and full of raw promise. “And you will still die in the end.”

After several spine-tingling shrieks, Whitney finally found the voice to roar, “You…! You lunatic…! Unhand me…! I’m going to murder you with my bare hands…!” Scoffing in response, Zivon unsheathed a dagger from his belt before playing around with it a little as he replied, “Oh…? Finally dropping that façade of yours…? And here I thought that you were thick-skinned enough to last a bit longer… Regardless, why the hurry? Enjoy the misery as I recap everything that led to this point…” Upon hearing that, all Whitney could do was clench her fists. This man…! He truly was the embodiment of the devil…!

I whisper in a trembling voice, chills rushing down my veins. I knew he was a devil, but I underestimated what this devil could do in reality. He smirks and tilts his head to the side. His lips stretch further, and he grins like a maniac, his eyes widening. "Stay away from me! Get away from me!" I scream as he draws closer like a blood thirsty zombie. My heart races as my eyes dart from one butchered, displayed body to another, the terror and horror increasing with each shift of gaze.

she finished. "Can we get this done? We will have time to debate the reason behind this later." I said, and she nodded. She stood beside Zane´s bed and held his hand. I stood on the other side and held his other hand. "Ready?" I said, and she nodded. I extended my free hand to hold hers, and we created a three-link chain. As a vampire, Zane must have a good amount of darkness, but the only thing I could see around was light. It was something foreign that was poisoning him from within.

LUCIA That devil really did put a spy app on every single one of my gadgets. Anger slipped through my veins as I stared heinously at the app in front of me. It was some kind of weird looking app that seemed scary even at first glance. The icon’s background was black in color, with some kind of manly silhouette drawn-out design at the center. The man seemed to be wearing a hat, a shade and a coat. Just like detectives, but a scarier version with eerie vibes.

My skin burned instead of stinging, and more blood spilled from my mouth but I fought and fought, until the lights of the candles came on…. Another thunder bolted angrily, followed by a violent whoosh of air that threatened to put off the candle lights. I wiped my mouth with the back of my palm, grabbed the dead animal and began to tie it with a white rope. As soon as I was done, I threw it into the bowl of animal blood and carried it up, resuming my chant with a bell on my other hand. “Adaou dingo zatuu!” “Gruzdenn cratin fantuaaa”

Was it too late to kill myself now? I sat down unwillingly and met Jessica’s eyes who had a sympathetic look on her face and then Jackson’s who bit back a grin which further agitated me. The class began, and I tried my best to stop myself from freaking out. In between, I took a glimpse at my partner. He was clad in a black leather jacket that was chained up to his collarbones and black jeans. He had his legs spread slightly apart, his stance was proud and arrogant. His eyes were slightly closed and his head tilted on his hand while his other arm rested on his knee, revealing the expensive watch under his sleeve. There was also a black rose inked on the back of his palm.