Black Chainsawman Novels & Stories

Suddenly, his hands grasped my throat. Choking, gagging for air clutched at his hands with my own. The sting of power that lived within him struck me like an electric shock. “I think in the future you should think about your words more carefully before letting them spill out of that pretty little mouth. I’d so hate to see those lips ripped from your skull, Chief Darksyde.” He snickered before throwing me to the ground.

Hey beautiful humans. Welcome to The Chiseler BB4 (Blackbook 4) of the Woods series. Have you checked out BB1, BB2, and BB3 yet? If yes, congratulations🙂 if no, pls do check it out. Love you all much much. Your Author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ "The shade, tsk tsk, I don't like it," I said whilst punching my phone. My friends--Marila and Bennie--had managed to pull me out of my cocoon from the comfort of my beddings tenderness on a Saturday afternoon to the Mall out of my very own wish.

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.

The man was visibly agitated, he was struggling endlessly, and there were several chains around his wrists and ankles, I pulled Lee close so that we could approach the scene, he walked with me a little reluctantly, and when we were inches from the man on the bed I gasped. The chains were burning him, his skin where the chains touched was in a critical state. — Silver chains... the only thing that can contain a werewolf. — whispered Elder Lee. Then I looked up into the man's face. It was John. But not the black-eyed, gentle John I knew, this chained John had completely white eyes and his expression was marked by madness, his beard was overgrown and unkempt, his black hair, always so soft and

Its bolts, coated in poison, can quickly fell even heavily armored foes. "Come forth challenges, for you will meet your end upon my chains, until we find the map's missing piece," Voicing out, Serene, as the Chainblader, cracks her knuckles, ready for whatever awaits us in the shadows as she pulls out her scalpel chain, a terrifying weapon that can eviscerate flesh with one swing. Its many blades glint menacingly in the torchlight. That hundreds of razor sharp links, capable of slicing through flesh and bone with ease, will render any enemy, obstacle, challenges and anything who gets too close into ragged pieces.

In a matter of time, the people at the cafe broke into whispers and mumbling. "Oh my God!", Hannah whisper-yelled. " Aiden Walters is back!" I saw him exit Blossombee taking one last look at me. "Who is he?", I asked Hannah, digging into my pancakes again. She looked at me with a serious expression and spoke " He is bad news, Haven. Aiden Walters is a part of Chains and Smokes- one of the most dangerous gangs in this town. Nobody in this town dares to even cross paths with him. He has a temper and it got him into trouble so many times. He almost killed Ryder, a member of his rival group. Four months back, he fled somewhere for some unknown reason. Nobody knows where he went or why. Now that

He flipped his right hand over, and his thunder cleaver appeared once more just as the man in the black robes began to run towards him. "You bastard, I'm going to cut you in half!" The man leaped into the air, brandishing his samurai sword that was now a jet-black color, leaving a trail of black sword aura as he brought it down onto Wilbur. Wilbur raised the thunder cleaver in his hands. A loud clang rang through the air as the cleaver blocked the man's attack before spinning around wildly and sending the man flying backward. "Now it's your turn to die!" Wilbur raised the cleaver in a vicious attack, and a sword aura made of white light struck the man in the black robes with a loud thump. Th

(Narration) In the dimly lit confines of what resembled a blacksmith's workshop, a man hunched over a workbench, methodically sharpening a gleaming knife. The rhythmic scrape of metal against metal filled the air, creating an eerie harmony with the occasional sparks that danced from the blade. As the knife's edge honed to a dangerous precision, the man paused, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. The workshop was a labyrinth of tools and machinery, shadows playing across the rugged surfaces like specters of the past.

“I am not undead. “Aha, of course,” the pale blacksmith chuckled. - Yes, so that I do not distinguish a werewolf from a person, do not wait! It’s even interesting, what kind of business can the evil spirits from Reeta have with a blacksmith? Can you shackle a chain, will you be chained so that you don’t rush at people? “The chain won’t hold me, I tried it already,” the guy’s eyes filled with a silver sheen for a moment, causing the blacksmith to recoil. The werewolf calmly removed the bundle from his back, put it on the table and began to unfold it.

The man let out a muffled groan, as if he was unwilling to give up. After that, he steadied his body, which was constantly shaking. His hands quickly condensed into a handprint, and instantly tore the sky apart. "Buzz!" An iron chain broke through the space and attacked Zephyr Khan rapidly like a giant python. The iron chain was entirely black, as if it was made of a huge spider. It flickered with an evil aura, and there was even a rotten aura lingering around it. "Hiss!" The moment the iron chain quickly arrived in front of Zephyr Khan, it turned into a huge black python. It opened its bloody mouth and fiercely swallowed Zephyr Khan.