Chainsaw Man Hand Novels & Stories

“Get to work." The two men left his back, one going to place his hands on Frank's shoulders to hold him in place while the other gripped his already tied hand. From behind the man by his side, his other hand came into sight with a terrifying tool in it; a chainsaw. Frank screamed, horrified while Page's eyes widened and threatened to explode as she gasped. The unceremonious reverberating sound of the chainsaw terrorized the atmosphere. Tauntingly, he slowly brought down the chainsaw towards Frank's hand. At this, Frank began to vibrate violently as he watched the chainsaw move vigorously. He began to scream but John sternly ordered him to keep his mouth shut or his fingers would be chopped

His tale got even more fantastic when he claimed that I was a handler too. Handlers are born into a certain seed line that skips generations - Of course they are! A handler can’t tell if he or she is one until he or she becomes an adult. The handler genes don’t kick into gear until his or her twenty-fifth birthday. I asked if Lisa or Greg was a handler too. Oh no, just me. That’s because, not only did the genes skip generations, but only one member of the family got them at a time. Lucky me. Assuming there was some truth behind his statement, I asked just how he handled the supposed supernatural. “You’ll see soon enough. If I’m not mistaken, you’ll be twenty-five soon,” was his reply.

Refusing would be a bad option right? Awkwardly, I raised my left hand. Striker grabbed it tightly. I winced, wondering what— I yelped as he dug the nail of his right hand in my palm, and dragged it down. The wound on my hand was smaller than his, but it still hurt. Sighing, he pulled his hand back and it transformed into his human form. I eyed his hand before lifting my gaze to his. His eyes softened. The anger disappeared. He intertwined the fingers of his left hand with mine. His warm blood trickled down my bleeding hand.

The same voice that told me lies. I stared at his hand. I saw the little scar on his knuckle. The one from when he cut himself cooking. I saw the way his fingers curved. He was left-handed. He always used his left hand for everything. Those were the same hands that held me. The same hands that touched my face. The same hands that held Sophie too. My throat got so tight I couldn't swallow. "Miss Hart?" His smile didn't move. It stayed calm. Easy. "I promise I don't bite. Not the first time we meet, anyway."

Chu Xun taunted. He was very much surprised himself. He did not expect and could not believe that the Firmament Chain would manifest itself just to save him. Crack! Webs of cracks, like the work of a spider, spread across the ivory hand with flakes of bone chipping away at being grounded by the withdrawing Chain. Suddenly, all five digits of the hand burst into splinters. Boom! The entire hand ultimately exploded into bits and the Chains fully retreated back into him. Bang! Bang...! The giant skeletal hand, which had been more than tens of meters long, had been crushed and destroyed.

my waist started moving on its own at the rythm set by his hand. His other hand traveled to my chest, uncovering my breast. A second finger found its way inside me as he closed his mouth around my nipple. That was enough to make me climax. I shivered and moaned loud as we slowly come to a stop. He claims my mouth once again as my body calms through the pleasure. “Now you’re relaxed” He says as he breaks the kiss. “W-What?” My breath falters when I try to get it under control. “That’s what this was? To relax me?”

Chad glanced at him and said with a half-smile, "You must be a celestial master from Fearsome Mountain!" The man's face changed, and he looked at Chad in confusion, though his hands did not stop moving. He took out a yellow talisman, reconnected the severed hand to the wrist, and wrapped the talisman around it to secure it. Then he formed a seal with one hand and pointed at the hand wrapped in the talisman, chanting, "By the decree of the law!" As he finished speaking, the talisman seemed to come alive, tightly binding the severed hand to the wrist.

"FUUUUCCCKKKK!!!!" Collins's scream brings a smile to my face. More than a smile—I feel a burst of laughter bubble up inside my chest that I have to swallow back down. I yank the fork out of the back of his hand. He can't cradle it with his ruined hand because that one is all but useless, so he swipes at me with his newly injured one. Poor guy is losing extremities like crazy. I grab his arm, slam it down on the table, and stab his hand again.

Lexa There are no weapons to be had, which is my first and only observation as the horn sounds. Before the chains binding my wrists can fall to the ground like a dead weight, I grab the chain and spin, using my body weight and height to my advantage to send the chain ripping through the air. I keep my grip tight as it makes impact across the face of the first man to turn to us after the horn blares. Blood sprays, and the thick, heavy iron manacle attached to the end of the chain cuts through his face, taking teeth and bone with it. He falls to the ground. There’s a single moment of silence before all hell breaks loose.

Ah, so he doesn’t know? “You’re wrong…”, I sigh. “Hold out the palm of your right hand for me Takahashi”. Having no choice but to obey my commands, he holds out the palm of his only working hand. I calmly take the offered hand and swiftly crush it in my grip. Takahashi screams.