Novel & Cerita Black Chainsawman

His face no longer had the appearance of a human, and his facial features were completely distorted. “Help! Please, save me, Gardner! Ah!” Trevishan’s pants were already covered with his own feces and urine. The next second, the chainsaw landed on his waist. Buzz Buzz Buzz…

A loud roar erupted from my throat as black chains burst forth from the runes, aglow with red embers. I swung the chains forward and they coiled like snakes, impaling the first two men through the chest. I yanked both chains back, and their bodies were lashed across the cathedral, crashing into pillars with a wet crunch. The others screamed, keeping on with their charge. I spun around, thrusting one hand to the left and a cascade of chains burst forth from my hand, whipping across the air. One of the men raised his shield to block them, but the chains seared through it like butter and wrapped themselves around his neck. I pulled forward and his head flew off.

The young man parried the blow with his longsword, his feet skidding backward across the ground. Yet in the next moment, he realized to his horror that chains of energy had bound him tightly. Even the surrounding space trembled violently. Wielding a massive black greatsword, Chase brought it down with devastating force. The blade struck the young man directly on the shoulder. The sickening sound of bones shattering echoed, with many finding it chilling to the bone. The young man spat a mouthful of blood, his face turning pale with shock. He struggled desperately to free himself, but it was futile—there was no escape.

I was working the late shift for awhile but I was changed to mornings about seven months ago and that is when my life got interesting. The days were blending together with seeing the same people and doing nothing new until I started working breakfast and lunch at the diner. I first seen him a month after my schedule changed and I have seen him most days since. I know he belongs to the local mc by the vest he wears with their logo but I have never really spoken much to him. He is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my life and I want nothing more than to speak to him but he says the bare minimum when he orders. I was lucky when I found out his name is Chains and I feel that fits this ma

The Reaper hits with a meat-heavy thud and slides down, motionless. The third Reaper—the driver—scrambles for his gun. Drakon releases the chain. He whips it. The steel links strike the man’s hand, shattering bones. The gun clatters to the asphalt. Drakon charges. He’s a demon. A monster of leather and vengeance. He tackles the driver, driving him into the dumpsters. The metal bins crash and tip, spilling garbage everywhere. Drakon wraps the chain around his fist. He starts punching.

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.

Souls push him to sit on the chair and he does, but he seats on the side making the chair fall back with it. “Bloody hell! Give me that damn chainsaw. If he won’t sit, then pieces of him will be on that chair but one way or the other, he will end up on that damn chair!” Souls goes for the chainsaw while guy's guy scrambles up and sits on the chair. He is shaking like a leaf being blown by the wind and I don’t know why but I find pleasure in his fear. “Was that so hard?” ask as I receive the chainsaw from Souls. The man shakes his head.

He didn’t belong here—and yet, he looked like he owned the night itself. “Sorry,” he said, smiling. “Didn’t mean to eavesdrop. But Blackwood does inspire violent fantasies.” “Who are you?” “Call me Rhys.” The name didn’t ring any bells, but his smile did something dangerous to my pulse. There was mischief in his eyes. But something darker too. Something that made the hairs on my neck stand. “You shouldn’t be up here,” I said cautiously. “Neither should you,” he replied. I crossed my arms. “Are you with the press?”

Swoosh— Just as he dodged, Yang Xiao stepped forward, and the machete in his hand turned into a residual shadow and slashed on the chest of the man in black. Puff— As the machete fell, blood sprayed from the chest of the man in black, directly dyeing the black clothes on his chest red. The man in black groaned. The Sanling Thorn in his hand turned into a shadow and shot toward Yang Xiao's head. At such a close distance, Yang Xiao had no choice but to give up the chase and cut at the Sanling Thorn.