Black Chainsawman Novels & Stories

He staggered back, hands clutching his face, blood pouring between his fingers. "She stabbed me!" he howled, his voice feral. "She stabbed me with a damn nail!" I didn’t wait, fueled by adrenaline, I yanked, hard, and the rusted metal chains snapped like it had just been waiting for me to try. A flash of pain tore through my shoulder, but I didn’t stop. I turned and bolted, sprinting into the trees. "Don’t let her get away!" the leader roared. Behind me, I heard the distinct sounds of bones cracking, fabric tearing, shifting. The men were turning, falling to all fours. Snarls echoed as paws hit the forest floor.

This solved all the prior problems, but the rest of the armor could be stronger had it not used most of the energy making up for shortcomings. Wanton Destruction was already in front of Xasha, slamming down with a Stone hammer on his head. Xasha flipped his hand and a black scythe appeared. He swung up and cut the stone hammer clean in two. The shock wave from the hammer left a crater in the ground and forced Xasha back.

I let out a choke before laughing a little at the air on my lungs are slowly decreasing. "Haha..." My laugh was cut short. "I suggest you shut up, your death will be painless." I look at him blankly and smirk. "I said... it sucks... to be you!" I screamed as I tightened my grip on his wrist. Soon as I spoke dozens of black chains grew up from the ground. Like a snake it tangled him, warping on his legs, body, and arms. "What?!" he shouted in surprise and confusion. An in a split second, a sharp black object penetrated at the center of his chest.

This woman had bewitched him and had made him lose control in a way he had never experienced before. He watched her walk away to her room with their little babbling angel in her arms. He wished to spend more time with them but unfortunately Trayaksh had his own business meetings and matters to handle, especially the man who was trying his best to win over the new business deal and snatch it from Trayaksh. The fucker as Trayaksh loves to call him, Abhimanyu Shekhawat, his most hated enemy. Trayaksh hates that man with a passion and can't wait to see Abhimanyu's reaction once he grabs this new deal from the grasp of Abhimanyu.

“There is no such thing as black magic. It's just a tool. Magic can not be evil or good. It’s the people who use it that make it good or evil.” “Wise words for someone younger than me.” Silver scoffed. “Enough of that. We have to find a way to sneak out of here.” Silver jerked his head and looked around. “Why not just leave that part to me. I need you to duck right about.... now!” “What do you mean...” Silver screamed. Silver barely evaded the chains, which appeared out of nowhere. Chains were black with a sharp arrowhead. It was linked in a series of rectangular metal studs with sharp edges that seemed strong enough to cut through anything. The wagon was destroyed in seconds. Colin quickly

He groaned, and I lifted the whip again. 'Talk Maxim and this will all be over much quicker.' 'No more. Please Killian. No more.' He begged, and I sneered down at him. 'Talk.' The whip was primitive; it consisted of nine thin pieces of leather, each of which had three razor-sharp barbs attached, that flayed the skin off anything they touched. Maxim's back looked like raw meat, and when I lowered the chains, he lay in a pool of his own blood.

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.

"The frame is bending!" "Don't swing," Killian growled, his jaw clenched so hard a fresh stream of dark blood welled from his lower lip. His right hand reached upward, bypassing the broken pipe entirely, his thick, scarred fingers clawing directly into the iron chains wrapped around his own chest. "The extraction grate... look at the central spindle!"

The silver chain didn't just break; it detonated. A massive shadow, blacker than the darkest reach of the woods, tore through the violet haze. Rhys was a four-legged engine of absolute slaughter. He hit my attacker before the man could even blink, a single sweep of his massive paw sending the raider's body spinning into a tree like a broken doll. It was no longer a battle. It was a harvest.

But the man neglect her cries, and settled on what she feared the most— a saw. [Fun Fact: A chainsaw (or chain saw[1]) is a portable gasoline-, electric-, or battery-powered saw that cuts with a set of teeth attached to a rotating chain driven along a guide bar. It is used in activities such as tree felling, liming, bucking, pruning, cutting firebreaks in wild land fire suppression, and harvesting of firewood. Chainsaws with specially designed bar-and-chain combinations have been developed as tools for use in chainsaw art and chainsaw mills. Specialized chainsaws are used for cutting concrete during construction developments (Wiki, 1997)]