Black Chainsawman Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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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.