Chainsaw Man Hand Novels & Stories

A sharp look crossed Chase's face as he raised his right hand. A weak light glowed in his palm. It looked like a blade had appeared within it. A lethal sword aura surrounded it as it lowered the temperature around. Chase flicked his fingers next, producing a loud cracking sound. The bronze punch was sliced in half by the blade. The flesh on the old man's hand tore open, with blood gushing out ceaselessly.

"Ok ah!" In the midst of the shouts, Chapman's hand was pulled back little by little. Right now, the camera focused in on him. The skin and tissue of his wrist were being pulled off one small step at a time. It was like a cumbersome butcher was messily stripping off the skin. It was extremely muddled and ridiculous. It was revolting. "Ho ho… I got it done… " As Chapman took out the key, he grinned hazily and briskly. His hand resembled Satan's hand, similarly as though it had connected from hellfire. It resembled a chicken's paw that had been nibbled by a canine. It was loaded with potholes and was draining plentifully.

I was pissed and could feel the rage building inside of me. Before he could turn around, I grab his hand twisting it until it snaps off. He screams in agony, as he looks at his arm missing his hand. I am in shock as I see his hand in mine; I did not know where that rage came from. I toss his hand aside but am more shocked to see him regrow a hand at the end of his arm. How was that even possible?!?

I tell him looking at him in the eye, Fingers comes in with a briefcase, a black one and it reminds me of the one I stole. Now I know that all that money is what they collected from these people. “Is it all there?” asked him and he nods. “All here.” He confirms and I nod. “Good.” He stood up and I hear the man sighing in relief. Shame, if only he knew. “Hand,” I say and Fingers is quick to grab the man’s hand and placed it on the steel table. I bring the chain saw to life and chop the man’s handoff. He screams in agony, and I moved away.

Then he stamped his foot onto the ground and exploded with speed that would leave Cheetahs blushing in shame. “Star Flicker!” Activating the High Grade Technique turned Mane into a stream of light difficult to follow with the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, Mane was right in front of the dazzled Black Hand who had just retrieved a transparent string from a sheath in his clothes. Mane lifted the heavy axe and brought it crashing towards Black Hand with such ferocity that the ground Black Hand stood on was already cracking from the pressure. Black Hand held the ends of the thin string with both hands and extended it in an attempt to block the axe.

My hands fixated on his jaw, I punch him so hard his head goes sideways almost breaking his neck, I am done being civilized with him and land another punch on his jaw, he fights me with his bloody hands but I grab it slamming them in the table. I spread his right hand far apart, the hand with the ring on it. I can hear his muffled and screamed from underneath the towel, I had tried to do things the easy way but he refused wasting my good damn time. I stab his left hand to the table making sure he wouldn't be able to fight me then I pick up another knife. Dragging his pinky finger, I sliced down below the ring chopping his hand off. The room is filled with his muffled scream once again, this

Prior to his coming, I had unhooked the chain I usually wore and hooked it in-between my fingers and took it as a weapon. It was easy to grab his hands and throw him to the ground using a backflip. I stepped on him and yanked his hand aside, taking satisfaction in the sound of his breaking bones. "He is a vampire, he will heal in no time and take you out. Rip out his heart if you can!" I heard Keller yell from the distance. I heard her on time to see the man who I thought I had weakened, suddenly extend his hands with so much vigor, apparently aiming for my heart.

Suit let out a savage smile. He stood from his chair and stretched out his hand and grabbed the air in front of him. With a hard yank, he made a pulling motion. In his hand was what looked like a struggling shadow that had been grabbed by the neck. It was difficult to tell who or what he had grabbed since the shadow looked to be constantly changing forms and sizes.

A magical, deadly, crazy photoshoot that looked like something from a teen supernatural show. The chains rattled. Every link shook hard. The metal glowed hot. whring—CRACK! The chains broke off my right hand. whring—CRACK! The chains broke off my left hand. The pieces fell to the floor around me with a heavy clang, like the world was dropping its weapons. I didn’t even move. I didn’t need to. The power moved for me. I lifted one hand slowly, feeling something dangerous and beautiful rise inside my chest. I stretched my palm toward the Hunter—even though he was standing far away.

Last time in the Peace Resort, Callan obviously didn't tell her the whole story. "Then let me tell you. Four years ago, when you were in surgery with pregnancy, Master Handerson used his little finger in exchange for the chance of your child's survival. Although your child was aborted in the end, Master Handerson's little finger was broken. What you can see now is that Master Handerson's little finger can't move or feel anything." "Ah..." Savannah suddenly covered her nose and mouth with her hands, and her eyes felt uncomfortable. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she couldn't help shedding tears sadly.