Kobeni Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

And herself. Rhobart turned to his left, releasing the arrows, and two men fell on their backs from a tree—the arrows protruding from their shoulders. They still had their bows in their hands. Rhobart threw two knives that he had pulled in lightning speed from his belt at them, knocking the weapons from their hands. Magical chains wrapped around their ankles and wrists, forbidding them to get up. Kerra jumped on a tree and broke branches before landing on the ground, a man under her big paws. She snarled at him, and the man whimpered in fear.

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.

Then, with a swift and calculated motion, he slammed Kobe to the ground, the impact echoing loudly through the forest. But Bogy didn't stop there. He lunged at Kobe again, his claws striking with incredible speed, slashing across Kobe's side. Blood gushed out, soaking the ground beneath them. Bogy finished his attack with a decisive bite to Kobe's neck. The bite severed Kobe's artery, sending blood spurting everywhere. Eventually, Kobe collapsed, lifeless. After confirming that Kobe was indeed dead, Bogy turned to Era. He saw that she had risen and was now joined by Oscar. Without hesitation, he joined Era and Oscar.

The man tried to wiggle away from the hold of the two guys on him, his two arms were stretched out and the man with a chain in front in front of him. “I know their names, but thank you for your cooperation, they’ll see you soon. Parts of you anyway.” The stalker needed no go-ahead command, he placed the active chain saw on the edge of the man’s right arm, screams filled the alleyway, accompanied by the sounds of flesh tearing and bones breaking, tears rolled down my checks and my heart was beating, I had no idea why I was crying, he deserved it but the pain…

I was filled with surprise, wondering how Mario was able to break off the chain used to bind his wrist. “How were you able to get your chains off?” I asked Mario. “Sixth sense,” he replied in a mocking tone, making me frown. Mario walked close to me and began to break the chain loose. I watched Caleb as he walked up to the man and slammed his feet into his groin. He writhed in pain, clutching unto his groin. “Didn’t I warn you, asshole?” Caleb spat and chuckled before sauntering across to where I and Mario stood.

His chest rose and fell in a slow, rhythmic pattern, his face slack and peaceful in a way that seemed almost innocent. Evan crept forward, his movements slow and deliberate. The tool Kade had given him was pressed against his palm, small and cold and reassuring. A thin blade designed specifically for slicing through chains and cords without making a sound. Evan had practiced with it for hours in the penthouse, learning the precise angle and pressure needed to cut through metal cleanly. He had run through the motion a hundred times, memorizing the feel of the blade in his hand.

“Get back to the event. I’ll handle this.” Sebastian’s voice was low but decisive as he pulled a sleek, compact tool from the inner lining of his suit—a mini bolt cutter. Its matte black finish gleamed under the muted sunlight filtering through the canopy of trees. He approached the fence with calculated steps. “Wait, that might be an electric fence.” He paused, eyeing the upper lines of the fencing—taut, snaking wires that hummed faintly with potential death. Sebastian stepped closer and crouched, his sharp eyes tracing the path the young boy had taken.

“Double Sword Technique, Sky-Splitting Slash!” SLASH… Crackkkkk BOOOOMMM! “It worked, huh?” Xiao Chen was happy to see the chain shatter, but his expression changed when he felt a chill down his spine. Grrrrrrr! An explosion occurred, and the chain—which had been slowly cracking—immediately blew apart; the blast also instantly woke the sleeping Cerberus. Its eyes glared angrily at Xiao Chen, who had disturbed it; it stared furiously at him, but without a second thought, Xiao Chen immediately backed away. The furious Cerberus, its sleep disturbed, wanted to attack Xiao Chen, who had just dodged it. But suddenly, it felt a lightness around its neck—there was no weight there as usual. It looked

And in that chair sat a man. He was big, broad-chested, and muscular. His clothes looked rough, carrying the smell of smoke and sweat. A heavy gold chain hung around his thick neck, and his eyes were bloodshot, restless, the kind of eyes you see in men who live off drugs… and trouble. When his eyes met mine, he smiled shrewdly. “Is he the one?” he asked Marcus, pointing a finger in my direction. Marcus nodded. “This is him. Cole Buckman.” He looked back at the man, his voice firm. “Black, tell him what you told me.”

I try to reason. Of course I saw everything. Him holding a hammer and slamming into this already dead guy. The guy is covered with blood. His own blood and his head... shit, I don't wanna talk about that side. My heart beat is rapid and i can't feel my feet. A guy comes out of the corner lighting a cigarette and he's holding a hammer. Great it's Coen, the blonde haired guy i stole his wrist watch. I'm in deep shit and i know I'm not getting out of it anytime soon. " What the fuck? Isn't she the cunt that stole my fucking wrist watch."