Reze Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

Cherry moaned again, then purring around Reese's legs and then strolling out of the bedroom with her tail raised to do her jokes somewhere else. "I'm not hiding." I put my family picture back on the floor and looked at one where my mother was pictured with me and Wynn. "I just wanted ... no idea." Reese pushed away from the door frame and then sat down at the foot of our bed. His gaze wandered over the accumulation of my memories around me. "How are your hands?" Actually it was unnecessary to take a look, I knew what they looked like. The sandbag had done a great job. The knuckles on both hands were split, but things could have been worse. "That's OK."

I guess I was just too tired to care. "Sam! Ryder!" Ryder straightens on his branch. "Reese!" "Ryder! Where are you?" "Up a tree. We're pinned down by six zombies!" There's a sound of rustling, and Reese comes crashing into view. He's armed with one of the assault rifles, and he takes aim. He pulls the trigger four times, and four of the six zombies instantly drop. His fifth shot goes wide and blasts off part of the tree's bark, but his sixth hits right between the eyes. His eighth shot takes out the remaining zombie's ear, and his final shot blows out the back of its head.

And just as the purplish shadow was right under Reinhard's feet, a chain that had a purple aura appeared from the ground and tried to entangle Reinhard's body. "Oh, shit!" cursed Reinhard as he tried to jump away from the chains. But even though Reinhard managed to jump, one of his ankles was caught by the chains, leaving him unable to go anywhere. Reinhard tossed one of his daggers aside and hoped to make an instant body switch to where the dagger went, but it seemed that the chain that had a purple aura kept him from moving. Alexis shot towards Reinhard at a very high speed. Clanggg!~ ...

" Nothing. " " Lalalala..." A melody reecho and hummed along with the thin temperature of the room. His face was hidden beneath the shadow of the darkness, meanwhile, the old man sitting on the chair groaned coming back to consciousness. The first thing the old man noticed was darkness and a bulb over his head. He shivered, jolting on the chair to get rid of the knot of the chains. His eyes horribly widened when he noticed the chain was strangely rusted and had links like thorns.

I smirked then stared at the guy on the floor, I smiled I looked around trying to find something I can use to touch him, when I found a rope close to me, I took it then began to decorate it I finished soon and smile, i put it on my wrist which made a beautiful wrist band "Cant believe I'm this jobless" I sigh looking around The door barged open and Hazel came in looking furious "Ahhhh" She screamed and begin to destroy everything in the room, a box fell down and its contemt poured out A tiny remote was part of it and it looked like something which is used to control Wait, if this is an invisible chain then there is only one thing which could control it

I am going to have to use the police technique way to break down the door. *** Fifteen minutes later, I am unable to break down the door due to the pain. I slide down with my back on the wall, heavily breathing. Something catches my attention; something that will get me the fuck out of here. The chainsaw. I hope it has gas or I will be damned. As if my life depends on it, I crawl over to get it and stand up. With just my first try starting it, it worked. I swear I look like a toddler excited to open his Christmas gifts.

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

***Temple of Chaos***** If he hadn't started a counterattack, he would have been dead within minutes. Nightman's weapons were buried in the joints and crevices of his armor. He grunted and stretched his arms and legs. As he rummaged through Nightman like he was made of straw, the servos went crazy. - he transformed As he walked, he grabbed the chain sword with both hands, slashed his limbs, and threw everything he could reach. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Night Watcher or Shaman pick up one of his cursed axes and throw it at him. Furious, Ragnar sprang forward and lowered his chainsaw into the mighty arch of death. he took the witch

Gwen moved to her line of sight, blocking her view of the door. Zezi frowned, noticing the obstacle with narrowed eyes. She shouldn't have done that. With a desperate yank, Zezi pulled the chains she had been bonded with, and the bed collapsed underneath her. When Zezi stood up, her sight was increasingly blue, the chains were still around her wrists and ankles, dragging at their ends, the heavy woods that used to be the ends and tops of the bed.

Moonlight illuminated his bulk, glinting on his pointy fangs. “You've made your choice to die,” he huffed, the corner of his lips curving into a sardonic smile. He clamped a hand on a chain saw being extended out towards him — the blurred movement almost at normal speed to my enhanced, super vision — pressed down hard on the power on button and jumped on the car. The metal protested under his huge weight, but went batshit hysterical when he brought the chainsaw down on the glass. It cracked — a wide, beautiful spider web — but didn't break all the way immediately. I wasn't the least bit surprised. Ferrara must've had it reinforced.