Dead Rising Small Chainsaw Books 소설 & 이야기

Fear gripped my heart as I tried to make sense of the situation. As I woke up in the dim and eerie underground chamber, my heart raced with fear and confusion. I tried to sit up, but my movements were restrained. Panic set in when I noticed the cold, metallic feel of chains around my wrists and ankles, firmly securing me to the wall. The chamber was lit by torches on the stone walls, casting flickering shadows that danced around me. And then, to my horror, I saw him—a man standing a few feet away, holding a lifeless body in his arms. The person's skin was pale, and their eyes were vacant, a clear sign that they were dead. My breath caught in my throat as I realized the grim reality—I had jus

Chapter 25 The room was quieter than a grave, but the silence cut deeper than any blade. My chest was a storm, and I hadn’t moved from my chair since the silver glow on her waist seared itself into my memory. The book lay open on my lap, its pages trembling with the twitch of my restless fingers. Three deaths. Three awakenings. The words clawed at me like a curse I couldn’t tear free from. “How are you awake, and how are you here?” The question slipped out, brittle, unsteady, half disbelief, half threat. My wolf should have been on edge, but instead, every coil of tension in me twisted into something dangerous, almost ecstatic.

Kaelen cautioned as his thumbs pushed into the links, increasing pressure. The chains trembled, and for an instant, all seemed to wait with bated breath. But then, a gruesome cacophony rent the silence—something similar to the breaking of a thousand strands simultaneously. A howl tore from Miyal's throat, but not his. It was the chains, as they started to break, the black power churning and screaming in the air like the chains themselves were alive, fighting being let go.

The magic in the air like copper on the tongue. We launched into the trees, claws raking bark, eyes glowing silver in the dawn haze. Cursed wolves ahead—four of them. Misshapen. Dripping shadow. Their eyes like burned coals. They didn’t speak, didn’t growl—just lunged. I met the first with my fangs, tearing through its neck in one clean swipe. The second tried to leap, but I twisted midair and slammed it into the rocks, snapping its spine. The third was faster.

The rattle again, but faster, tighter, climbing, and it takes me a second to place it. Teeth. It sounds like teeth chattering. It's afraid. All of them are. Every dead thing stitched into that frame heard a boy scream and remembered making the same sound once upon a time, and the entire skeleton is standing in the dark trembling. "Reena!" I scream so loud it feels like my vocal cords are ripping. "Now! Aim for the head!" The chainsaw doesn't even cough. One cut, prepped two days deep, and ninety feet of oak comes off its notch and swings down through the canopy and the skull takes it dead center.

“Get the fuck up! It’s time to work!” I heard the sound of metallic clanging and I looked at the source of the sound. My heart sank as it also raced in terror. Rose held a long, thick silver chain that wrapped around her hand and trailed down the floor. But what chilled me was the fact that the silver chain was crusted with blood. Fresh blood. Rose had recently whipped a werewolf with this chain. And it seemed like I was next. She raised the chain high above her head and brought it down on my back. A line of fire materialized on my back and I couldn’t help crying out and writhing on the floor. I heard the horrible sizzling of flesh once again.

Some titles seemed interesting to him, like ‘How to kill and skin a sand wurm by JJ Rulus’ or ‘The spirit realm unmasked by Sir Tapnes’ and some made him shiver at the thought of their contents, such as ‘A look inside of fae anatomy by Priest Daphne’ and ‘Histories of demonic possession that nearly ended existence by Krun. He had already finished two rows and had started on the third when a slight whispering in his ear broke his concentration, “You must kill.” “What the..?” Rex said out aloud, looking left and right, searching for the person who had made the sound, not being able to see anyone, he followed where he thought the whispering from coming from, rounding the end of the large booksh

Chains of Shadow Rissa’s POV The scream tore out of me, raw and feral, echoing against the jagged walls of the ravine. It cut through the choking fog, born of rage and terror, yet it could not loosen the chain locked around my waist. The links sank deep, grinding against bone, each squeeze stealing the air from my lungs. Silver burned into my skin, leaving blood to trace hot lines beneath the ghost-light mist. The pain was sharp, but it was nothing compared to what I saw in front of me.

“Got a bit of whisky dick here. It’s too bad your hands are bound, and we can’t trust your mouth.” I can feel Chad inside me again. Smell him. Remember how it felt to kill him, and I feel something else rising too. The something else from the night I killed the Gamma. The same otherworldly scream leaves me as I feel my bones start to crack. The chains around my wrists snap.

I was pinned to the chair by an invisible weight, and I felt like something was clenching my chest with a pure, raw fear that I couldn't explain. Then, the darkness shifted, and I suddenly saw the three chains from the last nightmare I had. They were hanging in a gray void, thick and rusted and smelling like old blood, and this time, the bloodied chain in the center didn't just rattle. It rose up fully like a snake, and before I could even scream, it lunged forward and pierced right through my heart.