Kobeni Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

he orders. I scramble back, pressing myself into the corner. The door swings open. A figure fills the frame. It’s not Kyros. Kyros is slender, elegant in his suits. This man is a mountain. He wears a butcher’s apron over a bare, hairy chest. A leather mask covers his face, leaving only his eyes and mouth exposed. In his hand, he holds a pair of industrial gardening shears. The blades are long. Rusted. Stained with brown flakes.

It brought him a sense of comfort, like finding a small moment of peace amidst the chaos. Noticing that Dean had fallen silent, Chen didn’t push the topic further. Instead, he smoothly shifted the conversation toward more practical matters. "Well," Chen began, his tone casual yet carrying a thread of pride, "working here in the Cobra Gang is pretty much the same as when you were with Damon, just with more freedom to browse the internet." He gave a small, almost playful grin. "After all, the security system I built is unmatched—truly, it's invincible." The last words were spoken with a touch of self-assurance, a hint of playful arrogance in his voice, and Dean couldn’t help but smile.

It was like another part of me was lost again. I heard the bushes shaking. For a second I thought it was Linda checking up on me but I saw a man I don't recognize. I quickly hid behind some trees. Usually, humans don't come out in the woods alone. I planned to just sneak away before I heard him talking. "Come out, come out wherever you are." Stranger's voice was rough. Then I heard the sound of a struggle. "Stop struggling!" I hear shuffles of footsteps and the sound of metal chains. "You can't escape." This person was talking to someone. "These chains are stained with wolfsbane and are made from silver."

The man shakes his head. “Now tell me, who do you work for?” he looks up at me and his lips tremble. “I… we… the…” He swallows and his behavior makes me angry. He is a grown-ass man but can’t form a full sentence to answer my question. I went to the tool table and place the chainsaw on it then grabbed a knife. I threw it at him, and it embedded itself on his thigh making him scream in pain. “I see you found your voice, good, now tell me, who do you work for?” I ask him.

“Hello there Coby….buddy…why are you so jumpy this evening?..” As the sound of the footsteps stopped, a figure of man, dressed in a full black suits appeared out of nowhere, standing before Coby. The man was very handsome,him wearing a full black suits, neatly with red and black coloured tied, shiny Oxford leather shoes, and on his right hand he was holding a black unopened umbrella and used it as a cane. The man was very mysterious, yet so charismatic that all the other guards can’t get their eyes off him.

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

It seemed he hadn't rinsed it after using it to cut through his former victims. "So, are you going to do the talking now, or do we have to get messy..." I asked the man, for this was the last chance he had. Once Malcolm starts an art piece, he always ensures he finishes it. "Damn you!" The man yelled, but that wasn't the reply I was awaiting. He seemed more like a fool in my sight now. I gave a nod to Malcolm as a menacing smirk played on his lips. He started the chainsaw, echoing a loud vibrating sound throughout the room.