Aki Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

Akihito was cut off midway by a vicious roar from a second Iron Horn Beetle, this one bigger than the one Richard took out. "It's very impolite to cut someone off. Now, where was I? Oh, yeah! So about you, begone!" Akihito snapped his finger and caused a bolt of lightning to pierce straight through the creature. Body drained of life, the creature slumped to the ground as Akihito returned to normal. "Now that I've taken out the trash, let's go meet up with Ria-chan~!"

Soundhound said confidently. The sinister guitarist strummed his guitar and a mystical portal opened a few feet in front of Curtis and Ronnie. “Dear God,” Curtis muttered as he stared at the fascinating spectacle. “Almost,” Soundhound replied with a smile, “but I appreciate the compliment.” Out of the black hole marched two, seven-foot-tall Kaiju with humanoid bodies, goat-like faces, and giant sharp claws. That strange symbol that the two workers came across was engraved on each of their left arms. “Oh, please don’t let my associates intimidate you, fine gentlemen. We’re not here to kill you just yet,” he reassured.

The smoke had not yet cleared. The champion loomed at the edge of sight, unmoving, its chains rattling faintly like distant thunder. The air was heavy with ash, the scent of scorched earth clinging to every breath. Mae stood stiff in the silence, her chains dimming to a low violet glow, their energy coiling restlessly beneath her skin. Ashar was the first to break the stillness. His blade lowered, flames guttering into faint embers. His voice carried the weight of grief. “Kaine is gone.”

THIRD-PARTY POV Akira's man, who had been speaking, noticed Asher's slight shift and muttered, "He's awake." His eyes narrowed, and he moved toward Asher, grabbing the dart gun from a nearby table. His hand flexed around the trigger as he raised it. But Asher's hoarse voice cut through the tense atmosphere. "I'm working with Akira," Asher said, forcing strength into his voice, and the man froze mid-step.

KAI I stand motionless, enveloped by the ancient pines sprawling behind the Obsidian Shrine within the borders of the Silent Crest Grounds—the pack’s restricted burial terrain. Cain is positioned roughly ten feet ahead of me, his oversized dark lenses shielding his face from the first rays of dawn piercing the heavy timber canopy. The morning light isn't fully blinding yet, but he keeps them on to mask the lingering discoloration from Ethan's assault. The purple shadows aren't as severe as they were a few rotations ago, but they still carry the raw signature of the violence.

He heavily breathed before blazing his now crimson eyes at Pedro. Taking hold of the chainsaw once more, Pedro smirked, turning it on as he stood at the man's face. " Adios amigo," And that was it, the mysterious man waited, his head calculating his own moves but he waited...he waited till the chainsaw was now close to his skin, he waited till it had begun to slice through his thick skin, until his bluish pool of blood began to drip. Pedro's face twitched in confusion, seeing the blue droplets of the man's blood, his confusion was the distraction the mysterious man needed so he striked.

The abandoned castle stands as a chamber of darkness, dripping with an unsettling silence. ASHER, his body weakened and broken, is chained to a cold, rusty wall. His eyes are wide with horror as he watches the hooded man approach, his sinister presence imposing. The hooded Man slowly bends down, his movements deliberate and methodical. He retrieves the severed thumb from the ground, cradling it carefully with an air of macabre fascination. The dim light glints off the Anki knife he used, a glimmer of sadistic pleasure in his eyes.

As Kenn threw his silver knife and the weapon shot toward Matt's neck, something unexpected happened. A shadow quickly jumped out of a dark bush and knocked the knife out of the air. The silver knife was thrown and stuck in a tree, far from the target. Kenn was startled, his footsteps stopped. A tall man with piercing eyes and a chilling aura emerged from behind the trees. His hair was dark, his face was hard, and from his muscular build and the claws peeking out from under his fingers, it was clear that he was no ordinary human.

“Hey, you!” Alex nearly jumped out of his skin. He gasped in panic and threw his hands upward. Catching his breath, Alex looked back the way he came. Someone was approaching from out of the trees. It appeared to be a man in his early or mid-twenties. He was very poorly dressed, as if he had been wearing the same clothes for months and his hair was ragged and unkempt. The most disturbing element of his person was what he held in his right hand: a large sword made of stone. He stopped, however, as soon as he seemed to get a good look at Alex, narrowing his eyes at him.

She gasped in silence, and her mouth opened in slight, making her body stiff. Ethan, their squad member who holds the position of an assassin, used his cable lines to draw over the Anito's raging branches that kept on moving towards them. His body was like a fluid that kept inserting around every corner while swinging the two swords he held on his hands to cut off the branches. When part of the branches detached from the source, it slowly disappeared like it goes down to the land when it touched the soil. Ethan was screaming while doing these things. His eyes say every desire he had to take down this monster tree. "Take this! Damn monster!" He shouted as he stretched his body, approaching th