Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

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.

She attempted to run back upstairs and call for help but just upon doing so something leaped out of the shadows and attacked her; wrapping a thin wire around her neck and pulling it back hard. Molly dropped the bat and struggled to get free but the wire was too thin to get a hold of. Her veins began to bulge, her breath shortened and her eyes reddened as the thing behind her, in all black, muscular and seven feet tall, continued to strangle her, tighter and tighter. Upstairs by the bedside, her phone started ringing. Richard had arrived home and was calling her let her know but there was no answer. On she struggled as the thing, known as The Chasen, continued to strangle her; her eyes blood

Souls push him to sit on the chair and he does, but he seats on the side making the chair fall back with it. “Bloody hell! Give me that damn chainsaw. If he won’t sit, then pieces of him will be on that chair but one way or the other, he will end up on that damn chair!” Souls goes for the chainsaw while guy's guy scrambles up and sits on the chair. He is shaking like a leaf being blown by the wind and I don’t know why but I find pleasure in his fear. “Was that so hard?” ask as I receive the chainsaw from Souls. The man shakes his head.

He's teetering on the edge of his human and his wolf form. 'Mate,' Chad's guttural claim echoes around the walls. He howls loudly this time. 'Mate!' The chains snap off from arms and legs, and he lunges at me, grabbing me by the waist with one arm while he grabs me by the hair, tilting my head back and sinking his teeth on my neck angrily, possessively. I scream at the painful invasion as he tightens his grip and sinks his teeth fully.

I asked. Instead of an answer, the chained man grinned at me, and I saw his elongated canines. I raised my stake, knowing what he was. There was a whoosh of air before he disappeared before my very eyes. The chains hung loosely. I looked around, frantically searching for him, and felt a cold presence behind me. I spun, but it was too late as he pounced on me, his fangs baring at me, and my scream echoed around the place.

They looked sweet, while Thomas is holding Jiusel arms. "They're kidding." My eyes glittered as I watch the cute and colorful keychains. I approached it and kept an eye on it. "How much is this?" The woman stood up as if watching me earlier. She smiled and let me choose a keychain. I eyed the one with a stuff of bears, before finally taking it and handing over the payment. "Don't you have any coins."

I scramble backward, crab-walking away from them, my vision swimming. "Bitch!" The second Reaper draws a knife. "I'll gut you!" He lunges. I brace myself. I have no weapon left. The knife in my boot is gone. The keys are in the man's skull. Then, the air splits. WHISH-CRACK. A sound like a whip, but heavier. Metallic. The Reaper with the knife stops. He looks down. A heavy steel chain is wrapped around his neck. The links are thick, rusted, biting into his flesh.

“What? Do you still want to hit me even though I’m from Eternalporium?” Kayson turned into a blur and approached Channing. Swenson’s expression changed, and he said, “Dr. Yarde! No!” Kayson gave Channing a slap across his face, causing two of his teeth to fly out of his mouth. Channing looked at Kayson in disbelief and said, “H-How dare you hit me!? I’m going to kill you! I’m going to kill you!” Kayson gave him another slap, and Channing screamed in pain.

Something dangerous. Then, without warning, he grabs the big man by the neck and throws him away from me. Punch! His fist crashes into the face of the man with silver teeth. A loud crack follows. Blood bursts from his mouth. He lets go of me immediately and falls back against the truck. I stumble free. “Are you hurt?” Mr. Chane asks quickly. I can’t speak, so I nod. His face hardens. “You’re a dead man!” the silver-toothed one shouts, charging at him.

The swirling ball of energy engulfs her before receding and fading away at the sound of barking laughter. A tall man with dark black hair and sparkling green eyes step out of the woods. “Am I late, JaSwana? You know I like a good fight… I mean, party.” JaSwana jerks her head to a guy off to the side, who comes forward with a length of rope.