Black Chainsawman Novels & Stories

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.

Snapping my fingers, I activated the soundproof systems, and then the speakers, which blared a haunting Italian ballad. ♫ “È una catena ormai, che scioglie il sangue dint’e vene sai…” ♫ (It’s now a chain that melts the blood inside the veins, you know…). The bound man behind me mumbled incoherently as I perused the wall of tools, spiked whips, brass knuckles, chains. Piercing and crushing devices. I picked up an electric saw.

“STOP! DON’T YOU DARE TAKE A SINGLE STEP TOWARDS HERE!” The shout that was full of rage and fear distracted me, and I noticed the bodies that were lying on the ground before I lifted my eyes and saw a pack of Black Claws accompanied by Shadow Werewolves snarling behind them. What caught my attention, though, was the man wearing all black and holding a child! A civilian boy. “Who are these people?” Samantha hissed with dread as she looked around. Five dead people. Probably campers? Travellers? Who the f*ck would camp in the middle of the Black Forest!?

“Then we hit harder!” Sasha darted to the side, narrowly avoiding a set of snapping jaws. She thrust her dagger forward, the silver blade sinking into the creature’s side. It howled in agony, the silver burning its flesh, and Sasha twisted the blade for good measure before pulling it free. But the momentary victory was short-lived. Another creature appeared behind her, its claws raking across her arm. She cried out, stumbling forward as blood dripped onto the ground. Ethan roared, his eyes completely black now as he tore through the creature that had hurt her. The darkness in him surged, his movements more savage and unrestrained. He ripped the creature apart with his bare hands, his growls

Smoke billowed through the opening, and we ducked behind what little cover the cramped room offered: Hail behind a stone pillar, Lena beside an overturned table, me crouched behind a massive iron chest. Six figures pushed through the smoke, weapons raised. They wore mismatched armor cobbled together from scavenged materials, but their movements were disciplined. At their center stood Kade Blackthorn, looking like he'd walked straight out of the apocalypse and decided to become its poster boy. He wore a hood pulled low, but I could still see the calculating gleam in his eyes as they swept the room. A jagged scar ran from his temple to his jaw, and his mouth curved into that peculiar, cold smi

Damien urged, his hand still clutching hers. Elena pushed herself harder, her lungs burning. They rounded the corner, her car finally in sight. Relief surged through her as she reached for the door handle, but Damien yanked her back just as a figure emerged from the shadows. The man was dressed in black, his face obscured by a mask. In his hand was a crowbar, the source of the chilling sound. “Get behind me,” Damien said, stepping forward to shield her. The man tilted his head, his stance casual, almost mocking. “You’re slipping, Black,” he said, his voice muffled but laced with amusement. “You used to be harder to track.”

But the tranquilizer was fast, its poison seeping into her blood, and she fell to her knees, the shale biting into her skin. Rhea Blackthorn emerged from the shadows of the pines, her jet-black hair braided tight, her amber eyes glowing with sadistic delight. She wore a leather vest and pants, a dagger strapped to her thigh, and her cruel smile was a slash of white in the moonlight. Behind her, three Black Shadow wolves slunk forward, their matted coats blending with the shadows, their claws clicking on the shale. Rhea’s voice was a purr, dripping with venom. “Look at you, Lunar Pure,” she said, crouching in front of Sam, her dagger twirling in her hand. “Not so fierce now, are you?”

After talking, the killer found an old chainsaw from the box… Lucinda recognized it… It was the same chainsaw from eight years ago! But that’s already old! And it’s already rusting! Lucinda was frightened when the killer came towards her with an old chainsaw! It’s torture! Seeing her expression, the killer felt excited! The killer kicked Lucinda’s abdomen and her body turned to the front, where a clear view Lucinda could see! “Shall we start?” The killer smirked and tried to start the chainsaw, after a few tries, it worked! “Oh good, still working! I really want to use this for you, it seems fun!”

Three months of uneasy quiet splinters when the first body shows up on the southern logging road. Elena is the one who finds it—out at dawn, running the border with two of the boys in a makeshift sling against her chest. The body is a Black Claw, but what’s left of his head is twisted, half torn, skin peeled back so the rawness of bone glitters in the slanting sun. Dead wolves are not a rarity, but this is no border fight. This is a message.

He screamed out as he attempted to crawl away but his lower body just would budge. "Well, that's none of my business. Now.. be a good Alpha and and obey." He muttered and signalled to the boy holding the chainsaw. The boy nodded and turned it on; the loud sound of the engine filled the air, same with the thick smell of Wolfsbane. "You smell that old man?? That's wolfsbane so hold onto something because it's going to hurt badly!!" He screamed out to him so he could hear well due to the loud noise coming from the chainsaw.