Chainsaw Man Hand Novels & Stories

"You cannot break it. You have been poisoned with wolfsbane and you are chained with silver. Plus I have given you more than fifteen seconds. Which hand do is more important to you? Or better still, which hand did you touch her with? I guess it's both. So..." "Let's talk about this, Alpha. This will result to an irrevocable conflict between our packs. Alpha Ezra, wait..." Ezra placed the chainsaw just above his left hand. "You are not going to do that, right? Right?" Ezra only smiled, and in the next moment, the Saw connected with Jake's hand, and he let out a piercing agonizing scream. "STOP!!! Stop it! Fuck, stop! Ahh! Please stop!" Ezra paused the movement of the chainsaw, which was stuck

She said, as she picked up the paralyzed hand and placed it on the table. I stood up from the bed, walking to stand beside the table. Now I was close to it, I took a good look at it and a wave of familiarity hit me, it was gamma Raphael’s hand. A small tattoo of horns on the hand, gave it off. I had seen the mark when he held me, and made to slit my throat back at the forest of the dead. “I recognise this hand.” I said, and Ivana stopped in her movement as she rummaged through a white bag.

He held out his lengthy clawed hand. Lawrence shuddered. Chis hand used to be crusty with rocky cysts and scabs of lichen, like a ruined statue. The remaining factor she wanted to do used to be take it in her very own hand. But if she didnt, if she despatched him on his way right now . . .

Thankfully the attack had stopped just in time. Or so he thought. A single chain came at him. In his effort to dodge the blasted thing it went right through his open palm. Jones raised his grace enhanced right hand crackling with purple lighting and lopped off his wounded hand. He had no time to think. He had seen what those chains could do. You were reduced to ashes in a matter of seconds. The ashes of the lopped off hand disappeared into the air before it could even touch the ground. He cauterized the stump using the lightning coursing through his body. He didn't even have enough energy to scream in pain.

He tried to sidestep the older man. That old man was spry as a nubile co-ed. He whipped around, caught Thane with a leg sweep that took my brother to the ground. As my brother collapsed on the hardwood floor, Harry reached down and scored his shifted talon over Thane's open palm. A dark oozing pus filled the shallow bowl of Thane's hand. Thane hissed and snarled at Harry. Between one blink and the next, Harry smashed his hand into the side of Thane's head.

He became agitated, his chest heaving as he strained against the silver chains that bound his wrists and ankles. “Arghh” A low, vibrating hum erupted from his throat as he kept struggling against the chains. Suddenly, the man’s hands flexed and with a sickening sound of tearing flesh and grinding bone, metal like claws extended from his hands. They tore through the skin of his knuckles, gleaming brightly in the dimly lit space.

"Officer, don't listen to that woman's lies. That man was so strong back in the elevator!" She gestured wildly, sobbing as she described the details, "His palms were so rough. His fingers were full of calluses. It hurt so much when the calluses scratched my thighs... and his left hand was especially strong. When it grabbed the back of my neck, I felt like my bones were gonna break! "I fought back desperately and managed to scratch the back of his hand. There must be my fingernail marks on the back of his right hand! That's the proof!"

Hayden said, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation. I turned to him with a smirk, walking up slowly until I was inches from his face. "Oh, I’ve thought of that," I said, grabbing his hand forcefully. My claws extended, tearing into his flesh. He winced in pain, struggling to pull away, but I held him firmly, watching as blood flowed down his hand. I rubbed my middle finger across the wound, allowing the blood to stain it, then released him. "F*cker," he hissed, clutching his bleeding hand.

"The hand belongs to… Alayna?" Ethan's words felt like a sudden crack of thunder striking me right in the skull. My ears rang violently, and the overhead lights blurred into a blinding haze. Then, another thought pierced my mind like an icicle. That hand had been brutally hacked off. How much agony must Alayna have been in? I looked down at my own hands, and a sudden memory flashed of the raw streak of red on the impostor's arm.

Unable to look away, I stared at the arm and the hand, torn from its body, resting morbidly in the snow. I guess I should just call him Big Hand, now, I thought, so sickened that I couldn’t process anything more. Bile rose in my throat. I tried to roll over and felt my stomach convulse, but I had nothing to throw up. Enzo shifted back. “Touch her again, and I’ll take your other hand, too.” Big Hand fell to his knees, grabbing his lifeless arm, a sob building in his chest. “My… my arm,” he whimpered, his face contorted with pain.