Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

It was the silence that followed the cannon fire. ​“Cassian, look out!” Winnie cried. ​I spun just in time to see a mechanical monstrosity crashing through a glass storefront. It was a ‘Clockwork Hound’—a terrifying blend of brass gears and biological components, its eyes glowing with a red, artificial light. It lunged at me, its steel jaws snapping with enough force to crush a boulder. ​I didn’t move. I let the shadow take me.

"I didn't use hospital software, Jax. And I didn't use anything the Council gave me," Chatmory explained. He leaned back against the counter, a ghost of a smile touching his weary face. "A few months ago, I had to stitch up a human. A real piece of work who calls himself 'The Weaver.' He used to spend his nights in the neutral territory pawning himself off as some mysterious werewolf, but he’s really just a tech-savant who got in way over his head."

A loud snapping crashing sound coming from outside of the cave ripped Cassia and Willow from their sleep. Cassia grabbed her father’s knife for protection. A monstrous silhouette appeared at the opening of the cave. It was standing on its hind legs. The beast came down on all four legs and sniffed the air. A deep agonizing huff came from the beast. Its breathing was labored. It pushed its way through the vine curtain at the opening. An enormous chocolate brown bear entered the cave. Its fur was covered in blood and it had multiple battle wounds. along with the wounds it had a dagger sticking out of it’s back. The beast collapsed on the floor of the cave heaving, struggling to catch its breat

"You’re going to let these cowards kill the only thing that can save us?" "He is a Chimera," one of the pack leaders snarled, his wolf form pacing nervously. "He smells like death, Richard! He smells like the end of the forest! We won't die for a monster!" Richard didn't answer. He walked toward the gate, his boots crunching loudly on the frozen earth. He reached the threshold, stopped, and slowly crouched. He extended his right hand, his fingers elongating into razor-sharp, obsidian-black claws. With a slow, deliberate motion, he dragged his nails across the dirt, carving a deep, jagged trench that circled the entire cabin.

The man we just met was Alexander's worst enemy? How dangerous was he? Because if he stood as a threat to Alexander, he was definitely dangerous. I said nothing else as I walked quietly with him to the dance floor. As I rested my hand on Alexander's shoulder, his warm fingers wrapped around my waist, drawing me into the rhythm of the waltz. The music swelled, and we moved as one, our bodies swaying in perfect harmony. The glittering chandeliers above cast a dazzling glow. I tried focusing my gaze on the chandeliers instead of his eyes.

The young man parried the blow with his longsword, his feet skidding backward across the ground. Yet in the next moment, he realized to his horror that chains of energy had bound him tightly. Even the surrounding space trembled violently. Wielding a massive black greatsword, Chase brought it down with devastating force. The blade struck the young man directly on the shoulder. The sickening sound of bones shattering echoed, with many finding it chilling to the bone. The young man spat a mouthful of blood, his face turning pale with shock. He struggled desperately to free himself, but it was futile—there was no escape.

I leapt, knocking the attacker off him, my jaws snapping inches from the man's face. "Thanks," Chase panted, regaining his footing. "Don't mention it," I replied through our mind link. Meanwhile, the cavern had erupted into pandemonium once more. Chase moved like a whirlwind, his movements precise and deadly. He weaved through the fray, taking down enemies with calculated efficiency. Despite being in human form, he was a force to be reckoned with, his blades flashing under the flickering torchlight. "Keep pushing forward!" he yelled, his voice cutting through the clamour.

We return home, carrying the memories of our beach escape close to our hearts. Days turn into weeks, and the bond between us remains unbreakable. One evening, as we gather at Sarah apartment for our customary movie night, a knock on the door interrupts our excited chatter. Sarah answers it, revealing a man standing in the hallway, his expression a mixture of apprehension and determination. "Can I help you?" Sarah inquires, her tone cautious. The man takes a deep breath and speaks, his voice quivering slightly. "I'm looking for Susan ica. Is she here?"

The force of his throw sent the bat smashing into the man’s head causing it to explode in a mess of bones, blood, and falling eyeballs. “Ted!” Cathy weakly cried out. He took one look at her and a terrifying growl escaped him. “Cathy!” “Look out!” she cried out. He turned just in time to see one of the men manifesting a sword in his hand. He swung it in an arc to slice through him. Ted ran his shoulder into his chest. The other guy lost his swing and the sword hit the chains binding Cathy just above her head. She screamed. Ted grabbed the man’s head, one hand on his head and the other beneath his chin, and with a sharp jerk, broke his neck.

His fingers flipped through documents, and he didn't look up or around the room. When someone made a deep sigh, Chasm's eyes flipped to the other side of the area. Next to Chasm's bed, a man had pulled up a chair to the side. This human was a tall young person with dark brown skin and a shaved head. The stranger had set his head next to Chasm's shoulder and sighed as he ran his fingers along Chasm's neck. Every so often, the stranger would trace Chasm's jaw.