Kobeni Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

Gripping a blade in each hand, he closed the remaining distance between them. Swinging out with the knives, each blow was evaded by the man. Two seemingly caught in this intricate and precarious dance for a while, Chiri could see the man evidently become bored as he was pushed back further from the spotlight of the clock’s face. Noticing a wicked idea formulating in the mind of their adversary. She saw it manifest into a sinister twist of his thin lips as he summoned a chained dagger to replace the gun he had held previously. Holding it up, Tristan’s weapons met this new obstacle with a high-pitched grating sound. The noise akin to the maddening chitter of a thousand tiny swallows, it was jo

I heard two sets of footsteps behind me so I knew Mason had left her too. The man was already sitting in the chair, naked and the smell of burning flesh was thick. We used a silver chair to tie him too so his ass, balls and everything else touching it was burning. Made me smile. “Good morning!” I said with a smile. The man lifted his head up. He looked like he was samoan descent with his long black hair, bulging muscles and tribal tattoos. “Fuck off!” he shouted “Hmm, is that what kind of day we are going to have?” I walked over to the table and looked at all my new knives. So pretty with pure silver blades, black leather handles and all sizes from a small paring knife to a machete.

“I’ll tear him apart with my bare hands.” “You’re an idiot,” Coby shot back, his tone dripping with disdain. “Those chains are laced with wolfbane and silver. The more you fight, the more they’ll poison you. You’ll be dead before you even get the chance to see Ross.” I gritted my teeth, the burning sensation in my wrists intensifying with every movement. He was right, damn him. The chains were designed to weaken us, to keep us docile. But docile wasn’t in my nature. Not when my family was in danger.

Cole barked, his voice an unlubricated roar that shook the porcelain figures from their slots. He did not strike at the blueprint man. With a desperate swing of his iron hook he caught the chain of the silver tweezers that hung from the ceiling, ripping the entire wire-matrix from its pulleys just as a massive seven-foot silhouette of black bog-wood broke through the cavern ceiling behind him. The iron king had reached the table. Its stone mouth was already open.

He heavily breathed before blazing his now crimson eyes at Pedro. Taking hold of the chainsaw once more, Pedro smirked, turning it on as he stood at the man's face. " Adios amigo," And that was it, the mysterious man waited, his head calculating his own moves but he waited...he waited till the chainsaw was now close to his skin, he waited till it had begun to slice through his thick skin, until his bluish pool of blood began to drip. Pedro's face twitched in confusion, seeing the blue droplets of the man's blood, his confusion was the distraction the mysterious man needed so he striked.

Connor, of course he would fucking provoke it further, digs his machete on the back of its neck and the noise it lets out is almost enough to burst our eardrums. “Gotta move now, Shane. Now!” Easy for him to say. He digs the machete further but the beast isn’t going down with a fight. Connor ties a part of his chains to the machete, using it as an anchor for me to move around the beast’s neck and we can wrap its neck with the chains before we choke it. I move to the right side of its head, gripping as much fur as I can. Then it’s all the way down to it’s chin making sure the chain is following as I move.

His coat was long, black as sin, and in his hand— A cane. Carved silver, topped with the snarling head of a wolf. Blade swore under his breath. “No. No fucking way.” The man turned toward the camera. Even through distortion, I saw it. The eyes. Cold, blue, machine-bright. Kane. Alive. Changed. He smiled—slow, knowing—and raised the cane in salute before the feed cut to black. The drone exploded, taking the table with it. When the smoke cleared, all that was left was the echo of his voice, faint through the static speaker.

He screamed out as he attempted to crawl away but his lower body just would budge. "Well, that's none of my business. Now.. be a good Alpha and and obey." He muttered and signalled to the boy holding the chainsaw. The boy nodded and turned it on; the loud sound of the engine filled the air, same with the thick smell of Wolfsbane. "You smell that old man?? That's wolfsbane so hold onto something because it's going to hurt badly!!" He screamed out to him so he could hear well due to the loud noise coming from the chainsaw.

Like a deer in the forest, blood cooling on my tongue after the life leaves its eyes. “You can’t stop me.” “You’re out of your fucking mind if you think I won’t chain you to the washing machine.” “Kian,” the other man warns, running a hand over his short, tightly curled dark hair. Kian. That name. I know that name. But the knowledge of what it means is just out of reach. Frustrated, I growl and throw myself against the chains again. The pipes move, jarred loose from their brackets, but they don’t give.

He had moved. “What did you see?” Kieran asked. His voice wasn’t calm anymore. Not fully. I shook my head. “I…I don’t know…” “That’s not true.” “I don’t…” “Lena.” His tone stopped me.I swallowed. “…Chains,” I whispered. Immediately, Kai straightened slightly. “…Chains?” he repeated. I nodded slowly. “There was something… inside… and it was chained.”Kieran’s expression changed. Not much.But enough.“That confirms it,” he said quietly.“Confirms what?!” I asked. No one answered immediately.