Black Chainsawman Novels & Stories

she felt so much offended by the choice of the crowd and planning to order now But before she shouts, a man from the building showed himself, wearing black Sando, black tattered slacks and coat, wrap around his waist; wielding a head size hammer. The man spoke and with his threatening words made everyone feels suffocated. “try to pull your trigger and every one of you will die”. wearing his usual smile sarcastically. The man was their only blacksmith. The creator of their weapons! PHIL!

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.

Straightening to his full height, the man raised his head, his piercing eyes locking onto Maria. “Miss Maria,” he said, his tone calm yet commanding. Maria returned the nod. “Rowan.” Maria nodded in acknowledgment, recognizing him instantly. This was Rowan Blackthorn, the Shadow Reaper, one of Somerland’s legendary Gods of War. His mere presence radiated an aura of quiet authority, his black combat gear blending seamlessly with the shadows. Before Maria could respond, another figure leaped from the chopper. Unlike Rowan’s smooth descent, she landed with a loud thud, the ground cracking slightly beneath her. Straightening, she adjusted her flame-red gauntlets, her fiery eyes flicking between

***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

I bark. Silas is a blur of frayed iron and sparking steel. He slams into a support beam, using the momentum to swing upward, his heavy blade grinding through the lead drone’s ceramic casing with a screech that vibrates through my teeth. The machine sputters, trailing black pixels as it hits the floor.

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

He started the chainsaw, echoing a loud vibrating sound throughout the room. "Which part will go to the masterpiece first...?" Malcolm pondered. "Oh, the left? No, no, no. What about the right? Tick-tock, time ticks, and so does your death. Now be reborn as a great masterpiece..." Malcolm continued saying before striking the chainsaw, slicing through the man's left hand. "Ahhhh!" the man screamed in pain. Blood splattered around the whole area, staining the white cardboard Malcolm had placed around the man for his painting.