Chainsaw Man Reze Novels & Stories

Chardon stood by the giant pit, gazing at the intact Thunder Order, murmuring to himself, “The power of this Thunderstrike wood is truly terrifying! With it, even if I encounter opponents stronger than me, I can still hold my ground. It seems I'm incredibly lucky to have come to Aurous Hill this time!” With these thoughts, Mr. Chardon sighed, “However, the consumption of Reiki for this thing is enormous. Just casting it once depleted one-third of my Reiki. It seems I can't use it casually in the future. I’ll only be able to replenish the Reiki I lost with some pills from the British Lord after I’ve completed my mission…”

There was no trace of any other spiritual presences, except the faint feeling of Terrance's dying essence. "Goddamn it!" The Axis Demon cursed in frustration. "I was certain... they were under this wreckage!" A flash of yellow illumination fulgurated down on The Axis Demon. Signaling the arrival of Chicago's lightning technique, but the demon bounced backwards to avoid direct contact. He still would take some damage but shook off the burns of electricity, his eyes widening to see the lightning bolt changing direction in pursuit. He laughed out. "More fun? This is the best morning ever! Demon Arts: Soundwave!"

The banging on Nyxios's bedchamber door interrupted his afternoon nap. He opened one eye, the purple iris adjusting instantly to the dimness of his curtained room. Ziska's frantic voice carried through the wood even before he could respond, her bangles jingling with her agitated movements as she pushed the door open without waiting for permission.

“You're a big man. How can you not be able to bear a little pain? Is the chief of Admiralporium so lousy?” Chase shuddered and gnashed his teeth tightly. ‘What? You call this a little pain?’ He felt like someone was cutting his organs with a knife. Two hours later, Chase could feel the circulation of energy inside of him, and his gaze glowed with delight. “I… I’m cured?!” Chase was so excited that his face turned red. “Hahaha! I’m cured!” As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful inner energy erupted from him and reduced the decorations in the room to dust.

She slipped her phone into her pocket and walked up the path, the cold December evening settling around the house while the city's familiar noise hummed somewhere beyond it. Beneath everything was the steady certainty that events were unfolding exactly as they were meant to. Inside, the house was warm. Outside, Ren was driving home from a corridor where every worthwhile plot within reach of the mill had become far harder to obtain than she had imagined. Valerie hung up her coat. Washed her hands. And sat down to dinner.

Reese said, pulling out a steel rod from the debris and wrapping it around his arms like it was a normal bandage. “What are you doing?” I asked, looking at Reese. “Precautions. I can’t get bitten by those filthy creatures and in no way turn into one of them,” Reese said and Zephyr did the same around his arms, shin, and waist. “And you say I read zombie comics,” Zephyr taunted Reese, who was looking for something else in the debris. “What’s wrong with a teenage boy reading zombie comics?” Reese said annoyingly. “Nothing. I don’t judge people based on their reading preferences, unlike someone else,” Zephyr said and Reese rolled his eyes.

“That’s exactly why they taught me how to use my powers. So, I could become one of the most powerful beings in the world. A Reaper.” “Where is your scythe?” I replied. He didn’t find it funny. He wrapped his hands around my neck, drug me up from the ground, and backed me into a tree. “This kill will be the dirtiest one I have had to do so far. You are the only unlucky one who can resist my gift.” He smiled as I choked and pulled at his arms, “But don’t worry your friend Callie’s will be much cleaner, and she will be right after you.” I kicked him in the stomach, and he released a little then punched me in the stomach. My ribs felt like they were breaking. His hands were around my throat in s

From above, Audrey watch as the situation started to unfold. A young man who happens to be the one who was shooting the frost bomb approached the wild boar who was now lying helplessly in the ground as its body was starting to get covered with frost. When the man reaches the side of the lying boar, it took out a dagger and squatted. He reach out to the crystal embedded on the wild boar's forehead and started to pierce it. "WIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEKKKKKK"

Seizing the moment, Chase closed the gap, slamming a heavy fist toward Cain's face. Cain tried to dodge, but Chase moved like a shadow, swiftly positioning himself to Cain's side. A faint gray flame flickered on Chase's arm as he swung his fist. The punch landed on Cain's shoulder with the force of a dragon. Cain spat blood on the spot. Without giving him a chance to recover, Chase lifted his heavy sword and slashed downward! "No!" A piercing scream echoed as Cain's body ignited. His charred flesh crackled under the flames, and his left arm was severed, leaving him gravely injured and on the verge of collapse.

Thump-thump. Walking out. Past Reese. “Two weeks,” Reese said. Quiet. To Adrian. Chains. “Enjoy them. Monsters always come back.” “No,” Adrian said. Didn’t stop walking. Didn’t look back. “Monsters stay in cages. Chapter 50. You should read it.” *4:03 PM. [SFX: BUS. THEN RUNNING. THEN HOME.]* Front gate. Steel. Cameras. Four. Bus #14. _Hiss._ Doors open. Alex. Flying out. Backpack. Art project. New.