Quanxi Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

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.

I was going to tear him apart. The man turned, and my blood went cold. The Echo. That grin, that twisted, smug expression—it was him. He thought he’d won. “You’re not getting away with this!” I spat, my voice a guttural snarl. I closed the distance, but then he started shifting. His form blurred, twisting into something darker and more terrible. Shadowy tendrils coiled around him, thick and black, rising like smoke. Quinn stumbled back, trapped inside the swirling mass. Her eyes locked on mine, panic etched into her face.

I flinched. There he was. Xavier. His face distorted slightly by the grainy feed, but that smirk was unmistakable. His hair was wet, slicked back. Shirtless. A long whip dangled from his hand, the end stained with something dark. He paced slowly in a dimly lit room..basement, maybe? Or a cellar? Stone walls lined with iron hooks and rusted chains. And on the floor… A woman. Naked. Her back was arched in pain, blood dripping down her spine in red rivulets. Her mouth opened and closed, trying to scream, but only a faint gurgle came out.

The kind that releases endorphins instead of causing panic attacks. As Qiang comes at me, I catch both his wrists and land a strong kick to his sternum that sends him hurtling back and hitting the ground with a tumble. I think I heard bones crack. I can’t help my initial concern, but I know he’ll be fine. Qiang looks up at me, determination shining in his eyes, and I wonder what’s coming next. I soon get my answer when his clothes are torn from his body as he takes his half-snake form. Now he’s towering before me at seven feet tall, with a tail at least eight meters in length. Qiang’s eyes are reptilian and green, and his scales are entirely different to mine.

He had a cowboy hat covering his head and was holding an AK-47 rifle. As he made his way towards them, Queen stared at him intently, and her eyes widened in realization. When he got closer, the man was just about to speak when she said, "Black Axe, it's me. It's Queen, Queen Scorpion."

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.

Was the fucking thing grinning at him? He whipped out his chopper, an eight-inch Afrikaner Bowie his uncle brought back from the Boer War, and drove it into the thing’s temple. Or tried to. True to his prediction, the creature blocked the knife-wielding arm with its left forearm, stepped inside his guard and delivered a teeth-rattling uppercut that lifted Quincy off his feet.

I’m still not sure what it means that he hasn’t introduced me to his Beta when the warriors walk up and one, in particular, looks me over like he thinks he’ll get his chance with me after Quirin is done with me. “Who’s the peach?” he asks. Faster than a viper’s strike, Quirin has the man by his throat and off his feet. The man’s eyes go wide as Quirin growls a low, angry growl that is somehow more menacing than a snarl because of its controlled fury. It promises a slow, painful death from someone capable of such violence, and someone who revels in it.

Qingxi said looking at him from above as Xu Lan gazed at her angrily. Unfazed by his staring, Qingxi sat before showing him her hand that had imprints of his chain. "You better not try to make me a mattress next time." She warned before standing up. "It wasn't my fault okay? I forgot to take them off. Besides, it's such a large bed, how the hell did my chains imprint on you." Xu Lan asked confused. "You tell me! Because you were lying on top of me like I was some teddy bear you hug while sleeping. You both were." Qingxi reprimanded.

Quinn looked from Rayne to Willow, then cursed under his breath. “I can’t be that man,” Quinn explained to Rayne. Rayne looked back at Quinn and the ring on his hand. “Tell me that when you get that ring off,” Rayne said. Quinn tried to take the ring off. When he started to slide the ring over his knuckle, lightning went through his body. Quinn screamed from the pain; the scream turned into a howl. “Oh gods, Quinn, are you alright?” Sage asked when he stopped howling. She didn’t get too close because the man was flipping around on the table like a fish out of water.