Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

data-slate-node="element" id="w-e-element-39" data-slate-node="element">“Samantha.” The voice of the man was deep. He even sounded like a robot—like he was using something to alter his voice to make it unrecognizable. “I bet you already have an idea why you are here.” id="w-e-element-41" data-slate-node="element"> id="w-e-element-43" data-slate-node="element">“I don’t!” I spat at him and grimaced. It was as if I was swallowing sharp knives down my throat. “Take these chains away from me!”

Trap? The woman shook her arms, throwing the ropes from her hands and ran like a scared animal. Twillow didn't pause to ask more questions and flew up off the ground. But without warning the clink of metal sounded, a flash of silver, and then an excruciating burning lit up Twillow's ankle. She screamed with pain. Even before she looked down she knew it was iron that was touching her. Her wings gave out and she fell to the ground, kicking her leg wildly. Wrapped around her ankle was an iron chain whip. A rough looking man wearing a long, brown leather overcoat was holding the other end. He rattled as he moved because the coat was bordered with fangs and sharp bones of all sizes lining the bot

He heavily breathed before blazing his now crimson eyes at Pedro. Taking hold of the chainsaw once more, Pedro smirked, turning it on as he stood at the man's face. " Adios amigo," And that was it, the mysterious man waited, his head calculating his own moves but he waited...he waited till the chainsaw was now close to his skin, he waited till it had begun to slice through his thick skin, until his bluish pool of blood began to drip. Pedro's face twitched in confusion, seeing the blue droplets of the man's blood, his confusion was the distraction the mysterious man needed so he striked.

He is not one of his men, he could tell as he smelt differently. “This is not the night you two die,” He groaned deeply as he felt that he had seen a replacement for Sheila and Clara and without wasting time, he charged towards the man. He caught him by the neck and before the man could scream, he pierced his fang tooth on his neck and began to drain his blood hungrily. Chico groaned furiously as he felt disappointed again by Hamilton’s failure to kill Sheila and Clara, knowing that he would not harm them after consuming the blood of the man he had caught.

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.

Her growl echoed through the trees and her eyes glowed brilliant green. As Kathleen thrust the knife down, Emory shifted into full wolf and slipped through her legs. With extraordinary speed, Emory shifted back to Hunter, digging her fangs into Kathleen’s throat as she turned. Kathleen tried to thrust the dagger into her back, but she parried it with one flick of her wrist.

Xander took off his jacket and laid it across his motorcycle. The four men with him grabbed long, heavy chains from their motorcycles and headed toward us, their lips curling into sinister smiles. Xander and Elias morphed and changed into their wolves and leaped at the men. One of them snapped his chain rope toward Elias, but he quickly jumped out of the way, grabbed the man by the throat, and threw him into the street. Elias could have easily ripped out the man's throat but didn't. Then he grabbed another man when the first one started coming toward Elias again, sneaking up behind him.

I thought. I was curious. I steadily moved from the large furniture to the door. My heart raced and my handshake nervously as I reached for the door handle. As I slowly opened the door and quietly walked to the living room my eyes spotted a very tall dark shadow of a man. I knew it was not Turner. Suddenly I froze as I saw the shadow on the wall shift into a large beast. It ran to the large hole it had made into the tree home. My heart felt as if it stopped as he glimpsed at me before it ran off back into the wood.

Suddenly, his hands grasped my throat. Choking, gagging for air clutched at his hands with my own. The sting of power that lived within him struck me like an electric shock. “I think in the future you should think about your words more carefully before letting them spill out of that pretty little mouth. I’d so hate to see those lips ripped from your skull, Chief Darksyde.” He snickered before throwing me to the ground.

"It's been so right from the first day I was born. Man uses me to fight. He releases me from the holding chamber with a push of the trigger, and anxiously or not, since I never know in what manner I fly, I am always happy to be let out of the cartridge, and the gun holding me. Free to be outside this shell that's my dress. But it's only when I see the man I'm about to go through, or be stuck in, that I then become reluctant, wishing I never left my shell. Sometimes, I'm never told who I am to kill. I'm just let out of the chamber, relieved of my dress, and sent out to pierce a hole in a man, and become wet with his blood. Guns don't kill, Your Grace. People kill people. But if you really wan