Black Chainsawman Novels & Stories

Sharp pain stabbed his back as he ran furiously outside the mansion. A lush green rose garden welcomed him at the entrance as he skidded his way towards the gates. Few maids that were tending the rose bushes were startled as they saw the half naked man with bandages scramble his way outside. He was panting feverishly as he got to the main streets of the area. Blood had started to seep out from his bandaged body but he was too distracted to care. The road was empty, and his hope to meet Mr. Kaylus was nearly deflating.

The man's hand on my arm immediately fell. They stepped back but stopped when continuous thunders echoed in the sea. I got startled too, but I stood still on my position and fixed my eyes on the man in front. He's just standing there, no weapons, and eyes glowing in the midst of darkness. He didn't just look dangerous. He looked lethal. The look in his eyes screamed bloodshed. The thought of what he could do in anger made me shiver.

The silver one for vampires, the iron one for witches, and my favorite—bone-handled steel for everything else. A twig snapped to my left. I didn't turn my head. Didn't give away that I'd heard it. Instead, I pretended to check the fire, moving closer to where Sienna slept. Another snap. Closer. "Now," I whispered. Five black-clad people burst from the trees. Syndicate killers. I recognized their masks—bone white with red marks showing their rank. Two leaders and three scouts. I threw my steel knife, catching a scout in the shoulder. Not deadly, but enough to slow him down.

Clang! A black-clad man's machete struck Frank squarely in the neck, only to resound with a metallic clang. "What?! Projecting your vigor… You're actually Birthright rank?!" The old man's jaw could drop from shock as he looked on. But it was not over yet—Frank seized the black-clad man's wrist and crushed it, while seizing his chipped machete and sending two other black-clad men's head flying before landing with their shocked faces intact.

He hit John very hard on the back, pulling him away from his girl, who hugged him tightly, pulling at her with a trembling heart. Aaron, Jack, come quickly, talk to his beta and his brother Then he looked at the frightened Renee, "Come on, Black." He muttered, his eyes turning immediately to the color of his wolf "black." His face, neck, and even his hands were filled with fearsome veins, black veins Lucas began to read the spells in front of him quickly and nervously Zain sensed him who raised his hand He pointed at Lucas, muttering a few words, and then the book fell out of Lucas' hand

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 tighten my grip on his wrist. Soon as I spoke dozens of black chains grown up from the ground. Like a snake it tangled him, warping on his legs, body, and arms. “What?!” he shouted in surprised and confusion. An in a split of second, a sharp black object penetrated at the center of his chest.

Now, he saw his rival die in a pitiful manner, not even allowed to rest in peace after death. BOOOOM… While he was still in shock, seven chains appeared, binding the giant black hand. The old man who saw this immediately calmed his anger. The seven chains of different colors made him tremble uncontrollably. He did not understand why the black hand was sealed to his rival's bones.

That laugh came from a man. Then I heard a few faint scraping sounds, like someone was slowly shifting their body. My fists clenched in panic. I didn't even have time to react. The next second, a massive electric chainsaw burst straight through the door, tearing through the wood with ease. The blade spun wildly, screeching with a sound that made my blood run cold. A man's figure slowly came into view. He wore a black mask and a cap. I couldn't see his face, but I could feel his gaze locked onto me. Terrified, I stumbled backward, only to realize there was nowhere left to retreat.

Muscular and resolute, Liana’s steely gaze hinted at the countless battles she had endured, and her presence exuded an aura of raw, unbridled power. Next to Liana stood Rowan Blackthorn, a silent yet menacing figure known as the Shadow Reaper. His dark armor seemed to blend into the shadows, his movements quiet but deadly. Rowan was an assassin by trade, his abilities in stealth and precision killing unmatched in all of Somerland. He held a scythe in his hands that sent shivers to whomever looked at it.

***Temple of Chaos***** If he hadn't started a counterattack, he would have been dead within minutes. Nightman's weapons were buried in the joints and crevices of his armor. He grunted and stretched his arms and legs. As he rummaged through Nightman like he was made of straw, the servos went crazy. - he transformed As he walked, he grabbed the chain sword with both hands, slashed his limbs, and threw everything he could reach. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Night Watcher or Shaman pick up one of his cursed axes and throw it at him. Furious, Ragnar sprang forward and lowered his chainsaw into the mighty arch of death. he took the witch