Black Chainsawman Novels & Stories

It wasn’t perfect, but under the right lighting, it would look real enough. Next, we set up the scene. We dragged the mannequin to a dark corner of the warehouse, covered it with a tarp, and splattered more blood around it. Then I snapped a quick photo with my burner phone—just enough to show a lifeless, bloodied figure beneath the fabric. Damien wouldn’t inspect it closely. He’d see what he wanted to see. Carter watched me work, his expression unreadable. “You’ve done this before,” he muttered.

"But you may be the last." I stumbled back toward the trees, trying to find my way home. But the forest looked different in daylight. The trees weren't whispering anymore. They were just watching. Cold. Silent. A stick cracked to my left. I spun around, crouching low. Every muscle in my body screamed danger. Then he stepped out from behind the trees. Not the silver eyed man. This one was different. His eyes were black. Not brown…black. As gazing in empty space. His jaw was sharp and tight. He wore a long black coat and muddy boots. A silver ring gleamed on his left hand. He looked like death walking.

I immediately grabbed the officiant's microphone and shouted, "This video's fake! Everyone, don't believe it! This is an AI-generated deepfake video! I trust Isaac, and he would never do anything to betray me! This is fake!" Then, I said to Isaac, "Call the police right now! Whoever did this needs to be arrested immediately!"

He screams loudly for help, “Help me! The magnolia killer is here. Someone, please.” The man with the mask takes the chainsaw to Jung Kwang Soo’s shoulders. When the blade runs against his skin, Jung Kwang Soo roars in horror. Sound of the flesh cutting mixes with his voice. His arm drops on the floor while his wrist is still tied to his other wrist. Blood oozes out, dripping on the floor. Pain throbs in his body. Jung Kwang Soo opens his mouth to breathe in the air. His mind is blurry with pain.

He doesn't answer, just nods. I sigh and look around the diner. It's Saturday evening and a lot of customers are beginning to step inside. The bell on top of the door rings, signaling their new customer. I stare at this new customer and cuss underneath my breath. All of a sudden, the place seems small in the presence of my boss, Killian Black. He's dressed in a dark green denim jacket, and black pants. I don't get to stare at him for too long because his eyes meet mine at once.

I would not let him taint my soil nor find any peace in death. I had the supplies I needed in the shed behind my cabin. Three years ago, after I had sent Stone to the same fate he had deserved, I had reached out to a blacksmith, who made me a custom order of iron chains infused with silver. He was a professional with quality work and had not asked questions. I had driven four hours to pick up the chains, and when the first set worked out so well, I ordered a couple more.

I have given orders to take the women and children to the great hall, where the sages of the council are, while the warriors have to fight. I jump on top of another one of these things, concentrates my energy in my paws and a bolt of lightning pierces him from the neck, all the way through his body. I get back on the ground and look for the next victim when I hear a noise behind me. The stone man is still alive and is about to hit me with his weapon when I notice a black shadow jump behind him and with a scream, wipe him out. “Darren, are you losing shots?” “No, but I’m lucky to have you as a mate.”

"It's like when you gather your whole body to do something, a fly is constantly floating in front of you. It's so annoying!" Seeing the irritation on Samuel's face, the mysterious man in black smiled coldly and said, "It seems that you are very annoyed!" "It’s none of your business!" Samuel roared and swung his axe. The figure of the man in black instantly disappeared. The next second, he appeared in front of Samuel. As he punched, he chuckled and said, "It is natural that you are annoyed. This is what the weak should be." "Pangu Axe is like a firewood chopper in your hands. How can I not be annoyed?"

Enzo’s fangs sank deep into Malrik’s shoulder, tearing through flesh. Malrik screamed, his voice shaking the chamber. But instead of retreating, he clutched Enzo’s throat with one hand, chanting rapidly. Black chains materialized, slithering like serpents from the ground. Enzo tore away, but the chains were faster. They coiled around his limbs, snapping tight with crushing strength. He fought, muscles bulging as he tried to break free, but each chain burned with cursed power, searing his skin, weakening his force.

🌑 Chains of Eternity Kael’s breath hung in his throat as he crouched behind the jagged ridge. His shadow trembled faintly beneath him, chains rattling in silence only he could hear. Below, the battlefield stretched like a grim stage set against the crimson fog—survivors, desperate and furious, struggling against the monster that dwarfed them. The creature was grotesque: a towering, skeletal beast, its hide patched with bony plates that gleamed sickly in the dim light. Each movement shook the ground. Its roar echoed through the air like a war drum, shaking Kael’s chest.