Kobeni Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

Beckoning. "It needs a cork," I whispered. I looked at Kanes. "That is a direct order, Corporal. Blow the damn chain." Kanes stared at me, tears streaming down his face. He looked at the shadows closing in around me. "Forgive me," he choked out. He pressed the button. BOOM. The four massive chains exploded. The metal groaned. The platform tipped. Gravity took over. The entire structure, the tanks, and I lurched downward.

Hissing I got into a low crouch and Cain immediately positioned himself in front of me. “I’m your opponent asshole” he spat out. “And once I’m done with you” Kokabiel said, his voice melodic and smooth “I am going to carve her pretty flesh up, making it lovely, so lovely and red.” Then he picked his teeth with one of his extra long nails as I shuddered. Then looking directly at me he patted his belt, where the scalps of his victims swung; and I knew what my fate would be if he got his hands on me.

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.

In a matter of time, the people at the cafe broke into whispers and mumbling. "Oh my God!", Hannah whisper-yelled. " Aiden Walters is back!" I saw him exit Blossombee taking one last look at me. "Who is he?", I asked Hannah, digging into my pancakes again. She looked at me with a serious expression and spoke " He is bad news, Haven. Aiden Walters is a part of Chains and Smokes- one of the most dangerous gangs in this town. Nobody in this town dares to even cross paths with him. He has a temper and it got him into trouble so many times. He almost killed Ryder, a member of his rival group. Four months back, he fled somewhere for some unknown reason. Nobody knows where he went or why. Now that

" Towcs translated. " Yeah, I'm kinda curious about him as well. He's brighter than fire but cold to the touch, he doesn't burn the tree and there's no smoke coming out of him. Not to mention you can turn him back to normal by pulling the chain." Manor wonders as he passes out the cards.

Blood was pouring out of his eyes, his ear, his nose his mouth, and every other hole in his body. "Two down, two to go..." Lorenzo said to himself. "Please, have mercy, have mercy, no more please no more..." Lorenzo walked to the corner and drew out a big electric chainsaw before he went back to Carmelo. "You choked her, didn't you? Again and again and again till she couldn't breathe..." Lorenzo said, turning on the chainsaw.

TOBIAS: I gaze out of my office window, holding my phone to my ear as I observe the bustling foot traffic below me. It has been a couple of weeks since I last saw Keri at my father's funeral. I was absolutely stunned to see her there. Seeing her casually socializing with Kip, wearing a smile on her face has left a lasting impression on me. It has stirred up intense emotions, making me feel overwhelmed with a strong desire to put an end to Kip's life. And I couldn't help but ponder, as the images of their children's faces lingered in my mind like an unwelcome memory, that they bore no resemblance to Kip or Keri. They resembled me and Sawyer in our younger days.

He was standing on a small, muddy rise, wielding a heavy chain saw, cutting down a dead, massive oak tree that had fallen across an old stone wall. ​He worked with a fierce, concentrated energy, the roaring of the saw a contrast to the mansion's usual silence. He was utterly immersed, his face set in a grim, intense focus that mirrored his business concentration, yet this was physical, manual labor. He was breaking down an obstacle, clearing a path. ​Amara watched, mesmerized by the raw, physical display of power. She saw the familiar scars on his shoulder, the testament to his own violent past. This was a glimpse into the man beneath the suit—a man who faced obstacles, physical or human, wi

The cursed thing was already closing the distance again, black mist snaking out around its ankles like a fishing net. Finally, Robbie dropped low. I scrambled onto his back and clutched a fistful of his thick fur, my body hugging tight against his spine. The tension in his muscles was coiled, like a spring ready to snap. The man swung something jagged and rusted—once a farming tool, now warped by whatever twisted energy animated him. Robbie snarled and blocked the hit with his forearm. The weapon cracked and splintered apart on contact, then the man jumped back with unnatural force just as Robbie lunged forward.

Terrified, I stumbled backward, only to realize there was nowhere left to retreat. He didn't say a single word. He simply stared at me, then forced the chainsaw forward. The door was completely cut open. In despair, I raised my hands, making one last attempt to resist. "What did I ever do to you? At least tell me why before I die!" The man still said nothing. He slowly lifted the chainsaw, the spinning teeth glinting coldly under the light, and swung it down with all his strength. Excruciating pain bloomed through my entire body. Soon, blood pooled all over the floor. My body was sawn in half, agony engulfing me like a tidal wave.