Black Chainsawman Novels & Stories

They enjoyed messing around so much that they lost sight of their target. Narco's horde of clones got out of their vehicles and went back on their way while shouting, making noises to scare her. Mischa, who was waiting for them, turned on the chainsaw. When they heard the engine, the enemies ran fastly, headed in her direction. They are like swarms of sharks pouncing on their prey, but before they could manage to touch even a strand of her hair, Mischa ruthlessly swings her chainsaw, amputating their hands, torso, limbs, head, and cutting cleanly their bodies in half. Narco's clones keep coming after her even after getting cut by the saw machine. They are mindlessly approaching her, not even

I screamed as I cut another rogue down. The Blackstone warriors are using their gifts to restrain the rogues with vines and cut each one down. Others are sending blasts their way and causing them to snap their spines against trees, and then I see Aiden pummeling through the sea of rogues that are trying to overtake Ironclaw.

Luciano’s POV “Did you fix the chainsaw?” Lindsie looks up from the tool, his fingers slick with dark fluid. He gives the cord a sharp pull. The engine coughs, sputters, and then settles into a rhythmic, angry growl that vibrates through the concrete floor of the basement. He holds it up, the metal teeth catching the overhead light. It is ready. I should be focused on the task, but my mind is still echoing with the sound of Alanza’s laughter.

Alloyed with the melted remains of their own anti-magic chains, our blades sliced through their plate metal like hot iron through fresh snow, singing a high-pitched, metallic note with every fatal strike. Silas didn't stop to engage the infantry. He leaped over the vanguard's perimeter, hitting the central catwalk like a falling meteor. Mid-descent, his human form shattered entirely, expanding into the colossal, nine-foot black shadow-wolf. He tore through the heavy reinforced iron doors of the generator room with a single, brutal strike of his paws, clearing a path straight toward the base of the True-Sun machine. I stepped through the ruined doorway right behind him, flanked by the remaini

He had spent an entire week starving for the sight of me, hiding in the dark of his basement room while his mind twisted into a knot of jealousy, and now the predator had finally come to check on his little dove. The heavy roar of the engine died down into a rough, sputtering click just outside the front door, leaving a sudden, terrifying silence in its wake. Through the glass display windows, I watched as Stone Callahan dismounted his massive black chopper, his towering frame completely blocking out the afternoon sun. Unlike Jax and Relax, who had at least tried to wear plain black t-shirts to blend into the neighborhood, Stone hadn't made a single compromise for the civilian world. He was

The stalker needed no go-ahead command, he placed the active chain saw on the edge of the man’s right arm, screams filled the alleyway, accompanied by the sounds of flesh tearing and bones breaking, tears rolled down my checks and my heart was beating, I had no idea why I was crying, he deserved it but the pain… The chainsaw was cutting through his bone and flesh 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚, his right arm dropped on the ground, blood splattered everywhere, the stalker's face didn’t look like his anger was reducing if anything, it increased, badly.

" A hand cloaked in black mist emerged from Shadow Guardian's sleeve as he clawed at the air in Sean's direction. The eight black chains hovering behind him shot forward with a fierce whooshing sound, aiming straight for Sean. These chains moved with lightning speed, crossing each other to seal off all of Sean's escape routes before stabbing down at him with deadly precision. Sean's eyes flickered as he observed the eight approaching chains. The Shadow Guardian's mastery of these chains was evident. The chains themselves were exceptionally sinister, especially the strange runes etched along their length. They exuded an eerie energy that made Sean's heart race with unease. Sean was against co

“Don’t worry, okay? Everything’s going to be alright.” I ask him about the mission, but he says that the Black Tiger is going to explain everything to me. Can you believe it? Everyone knows he doesn’t talk to anyone. I step outside, and see him riding a motorcycle in front of the building. He’s wearing a black silk shirt, opened to the chest, showing his pale skin. His hair is styled messily, with some strands covering his eyes. His gloved hands are on the grips, ready to start the vehicle. He turns his head and looks at me, and his dark stare makes my body shiver.

“Get to work." The two men left his back, one going to place his hands on Frank's shoulders to hold him in place while the other gripped his already tied hand. From behind the man by his side, his other hand came into sight with a terrifying tool in it; a chainsaw. Frank screamed, horrified while Page's eyes widened and threatened to explode as she gasped. The unceremonious reverberating sound of the chainsaw terrorized the atmosphere. Tauntingly, he slowly brought down the chainsaw towards Frank's hand. At this, Frank began to vibrate violently as he watched the chainsaw move vigorously. He began to scream but John sternly ordered him to keep his mouth shut or his fingers would be chopped

His head hung low as painful moans escaped his mouth. Abel lifts his head, Angelo droopy eyes meeting mine. Locking the chain brake I turn on the choke and push the primer button 4-6 times, I lay the chainsaw flat on the ground using my foot as I brace the chainsaw, leaning my weight on it to hold it in place then I pull the starter rope a few times until the engine starts. I bring the blade up to speed the sharp ends running, ready to cut through anything. The sound of the engine roaring consumes the silences. "Which one would you prefer me to slice off? Hands? Legs? Neck?" I suggest, listing all the above. Angelo swallows hard, soft whimpers escaping his lips as he pleads. I cast him a vei