Aki Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

Akira who hugged An's body quickly turned into a bat and took An's body away. While in the high trees there was a terrible sound, thousands of bats had come here and attacked the man who had injured An. Prince Kim was surprised to see this incident, he did not expect that anyone would interfere in their battle. Prince Kim got up, and put his sword into the scabbard. He had injuries to his body, but he really objected to the outcome of this battle.

Tanasha said from the side in a sarcastic tone. They soon came upon the battlefield and couldn't believe what they saw. The sky was covered in a white fog, tornadoes, stone walls, golems and spears tearing the sky apart. Xasha was the most obvious as he had 12 cartwheel sized energy cores strapped to his back. A massive axe-scythe in his hand, he looked like deity coming to cleanse the world of sin. The big Man he faced off against was covered in blood as he had giant wounds across his chest and face.

The man shakes his head. “Now tell me, who do you work for?” he looks up at me and his lips tremble. “I… we… the…” He swallows and his behavior makes me angry. He is a grown-ass man but can’t form a full sentence to answer my question. I went to the tool table and place the chainsaw on it then grabbed a knife. I threw it at him, and it embedded itself on his thigh making him scream in pain. “I see you found your voice, good, now tell me, who do you work for?” I ask him.

Thunk. Aiden's ears perked up at the new sound that came from the same direction she was in. Just ahead he could see it. The clearing that had started it all. Amidst that clearing was Amira with her back to him, her arm up and brought back with a knife between her fingers. She wore a brown leather jacket and jeans, her white hair put up into a ponytail. As her arm went forward, the knife flew from her hand and struck the trunk of a tree across from her. It hit with a hard thud of the butt end against the wood before it fell to the ground. She let out an aggravated sigh as she walked up to and picked up the knife. Soft rumble of thunder drew her attention to the sky as he entered the clearing

"My, my…who's this stubborn human being? Is she dumb to wander around this forest? This is not even a tourist spot." My jaw dropped. How did he learn the term 'tourist'? "I'm Aksha." I saw how his eyes enlarged. "W-what? Did she just a-answered me?!"

He shouts '' Seriously '' He begins to run down the sloppy mountain. The sea of tree logs caught up with him but he lucky hides behind a tree. He could feel the forceful vibrations of a thud on the tree due to the force of the wood. Allan walks out when all has settled down and then his eyes widen when he saw a 10-meter tall praying mantis from the forest. It has two chainsaw hands which were sharp and so its feet.

Their heads lolled forward until their breath steamed against my chest. Kaia wiped her blade clean against the snow like it was nothing, like the black smoke wasn’t still curling up from the corpses—or what was left of them. Her shoulders rose and fell in steady rhythm, but her eyes stayed sharp, scanning the trees like the fight hadn’t ended. Asher was the only one who looked human at that moment. Bent over, hands braced on his knees, chest heaving. His breath puffed white, his jaw clenched hard enough to crack. The club he carried was nothing more than a jagged half-stick now, but his grip didn’t loosen.

The Hollowsmith closed his glass eyes. "No." Traitor. Jack moved closer to him. "It wants you." "It wants me to remember being it." The first attack came from the workbenches. Unmade tools rose into the air. Not flying. Selecting completion. A saw decided it had teeth. A hook decided it had hunger. A chain decided it had always been wrapped around Marcus's throat. Marcus grabbed the chain with both hands before it finished existing and pulled. The chain screamed. Marcus pulled harder. It snapped into thirty unfinished links that scattered across the floor and forgot what they had been.

A low, guttural sound that doesn’t belong in a human throat. I turn just in time to see Arch wrench one arm free of the restraints, the wood of the chair splintering under sudden force. My phone nearly slips from my hand as I stare, my mind scrambling to make sense of what I’m seeing. His fingers are wrong, because fuck, they sharpen and become claws. “Get back!” Aksel shouts, but Arch is already moving. He surges to his feet with a speed that makes my stomach drop, slams his shoulder into Kavev hard enough to send him stumbling, and barrels toward the side door.