Chainsaw Man Hand Novels & Stories

Hands that held me wide open to the attack of the poisonous gas. Right immediately the gas stopped, I get punctured in the throat with claws, not one but from two people. The first was from the guy I killed with my claws, but the second is from who I was not expecting the first time I experienced this dream. Amber is the first I see as I choked on my blood. She held out her hand and waited for Raze to take it. He took it and held her close. It felt like a she held my balls in her fist and clenched her fingers around it.

I chirp as I plaster a big smile on my face, sprinting past them. I think I may have gotten away with it... until Number Two latches onto my arm in a tight, almost uncomfortable grip. His nails are long and blackened with dirt, the cuticles ripped and torn, and half of his middle finger is missing. He must have pissed off the wrong person. His hand is shaking, and a glance at him shows his mouth frothing. How would a human react to the hand of a witch keeping her in place? "You're a long way from home darling." Number one drawls in an oily voice.

She tapped to open the chat. "You left your scarf behind. Do you still want it?" The profile picture showed intertwined hands. The man had well-defined fingers and was wearing a sports watch, while the woman's hand was slender with beautiful, well-manicured nails. The hands were Ned's and Ingrid's. Their fingers intertwined, showing deep affection. The text was from Ned.

By Ignas, what? Well that was alright, she was already undoing the cap of her bottle. But he grabbed her hands with those hands that had burnt the thieves and turned them into ashes. Surprisingly, they had no effect on her either. They both stared at each other in confusion. Suddenly, he gritted in pain and jammed his hand over his shoulder where the red light from beneath seeped out between his fingers. The pain was so much for him that he let her go. He huffed and turned sharply in another direction, as if he was expecting something. He extended his right hand away from him and a scythe formed in his grip out of thin air.

This asshole! I gritted my teeth and spoke. "Well, let's see if you can dodge this," he spoke with a rather pleased voice. As he walked towards, he extended one hand out into the void. His long arm was heavy with muscle and bare to the shoulder, as though he had cut the sleeves off his shirt. A tattoo of a chain wrapped around his arm from wrist to shoulder, spiraling up like a snake wrapped around the trunk of a tree. Suddenly he held a gleaming sword in his outstretched hand, even though he wasn't holding anything just a moment before.

His voice was cold but dripping with venom, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I tried to dash towards the door, but Nelson was too quick. He caught me by the arm, his grip like a vice. I cried out in pain as he spun me around, his eyes flashing with fury. I struggled to break free, but Nelson's hold was unyielding. His fingers dug deep into my skin, and I felt tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. His anger escalated and I knew I was running out of time. With his hard preying hands still wielding a grip on me, I thought of a self-defence mechanism but none was coming through as realistic or helpful enough, especially for a strong man like him.

It was just that the past three years had made me realize that he no longer was the family I could freely seek affection from. Connor was still looking at me, seemingly waiting for an explanation. But I only lowered my head and replied, "I'm sorry, Mr. Sanders." His frown deepened. He was about to speak up when he caught sight of the still-healing needle marks on my neck. He paused for a moment before reaching out toward me. "What's this?" I instinctively flinched away from Connor's hand. This was something that had never happened before. His hand missed and fell, and his expression darkened instantly. "I'm just trying to look out for you, Wendy, and this is how you're acting?"

That means that was the hand he used in touching Lucia. Bring the table," I said to Rave, who had brought a small stool. "The left hand," he placed both hands, which were tied, and straightened the left hand. The man struggled. He knew what was to come. "Nooo," he yelled. I raised my hands and cut off his hands with my dagger. Blood splattered on my face and around the table. He screamed painfully. Rave left him to fall on the ground. He groaned in pain.

Then who was this she was holding that wasn't her daughter, was she dreaming? She did a double check and looked down at the feet of the individual; it was very big, two times bigger than Katie's and she glanced up and then she shook herself off the individual, as she moved away, she looked at person, her heart went to her mouth. 'Oh God!' Then she shook herself hard. Pearl, what have you done? She frolicked with her fingers, wondering how she ended up holding...... She watched him smile at her, why was he smiling?

He throws their limp bodies away from him. He glares at the rest, he takes slow predatory step towards them and they take frightened steps backwards. A guy wanted to sneakily attack him from behind but Xander notice it and tied the chain around his neck tightly. He grabs the guy's hand and rips it off his shoulder making him scream in great pain. He also rips off the other hand and leaves the guy standing there handless. Honestly, I close my eyes at that... I don't think Xander's in his right senses right now.