Reze Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

Dragon catches it, unfazed. He smirks, “Sí, jefe (boss). Replaced ’em last week. They’re just… enthusiastic. Like you.” I snort, circling the bike, “Enthusiastic. Right. And this chain—” yanking on it, the bike shudders,“—looser than your abuela’s tamale ties after midnight mass. Gonna snap mid-ride, leave Dru stranded.” Dragon starts rolling up his sleeves, revealing faded Calavera tattoos, “Chain’s fine. Got a tension tool in my box. I’ll fix it antes de que (before) sundown.”

Chains of Shadow Rissa’s POV The scream tore out of me, raw and feral, echoing against the jagged walls of the ravine. It cut through the choking fog, born of rage and terror, yet it could not loosen the chain locked around my waist. The links sank deep, grinding against bone, each squeeze stealing the air from my lungs. Silver burned into my skin, leaving blood to trace hot lines beneath the ghost-light mist. The pain was sharp, but it was nothing compared to what I saw in front of me.

Enzo’s fangs sank deep into Malrik’s shoulder, tearing through flesh. Malrik screamed, his voice shaking the chamber. But instead of retreating, he clutched Enzo’s throat with one hand, chanting rapidly. Black chains materialized, slithering like serpents from the ground. Enzo tore away, but the chains were faster. They coiled around his limbs, snapping tight with crushing strength. He fought, muscles bulging as he tried to break free, but each chain burned with cursed power, searing his skin, weakening his force.

They sang. Every corner of the realm shimmered with rebirth. Emily was not just a queen. She was a revolution wearing a crown. They brought Dama with them, holding his little hands in theirs as he toddled between them. The boy was growing quickly — bright-eyed and curious, asking questions about everything he saw. “Why do we burn the chains, Mama?” he asked one morning, his voice high and clear. Emily knelt down and brushed a lock of hair from his face. “Because chains should never touch the skin of the innocent. We burn them so they can never hurt anyone again.”

The cellar reeked of old iron, sweat, and something far more primal—fear. Sera stood still, her boots scraping softly against the damp concrete as her eyes locked with the man chained to the chair. The overhead bulb swung slightly, casting shadows that danced over his face—pale, bloodied, and defiant. Dante Thorne. Valerio's cousin. Once trusted. Now exposed. "You really thought you could outmaneuver him?" Sera's voice was low but piercing.

“I’m here. I’m here.” Her fingers moved fast. She checked the cuffs, the chains, and the blood on my wrists. She pulled a small bolt cutter from her thigh holster and worked quickly, snapping the links with precise, practiced movements. The chains fell away with a dull clang. My arms dropped, heavy and useless for a moment. Pins and needles raced through them as circulation returned.

Unfortunately for Jane, Declan moved too fast. He tore open the blanket, only to find a bundle of cotton staring back at him. Declan was dumbfounded. "W-What's this? Where's the baby?" He looked somewhat dazed and even rubbed his eyes in disbelief. However, no matter how he looked, the child he thought he had switched was nothing more than cotton. I crossed my arms and watched him calmly.

Kill him. He suddenly smirked, taking a step closer to me. “Yes, you heard me right, She Is gone and you will never see her again so forget about her and her stupid drawings!” Unable to take it again, I found that unknown strength, awaken along with the demons in Me and immediately I snapped the Chain. I heard their surprise gasps, even Leonel seemed surprised. I flung the chain at him immediately and but he was able to dodge it. However, it sliced across his arms and blood gushed out.

Blood gushes everywhere as the man struggles to breathe while bleeding out, and I wait, watching the light fade from his eyes. “Please, don’t hurt me!” the woman shrieks, the scent of urine coming from her direction. I turn in time to find Phoebe standing over her, her front paws pressed to both of the woman’s wrists with all of her weight, and I hear the bones snap. With the man dead, I walk over to Phoebe and the woman, carefully keeping in Phoebe’s line of sight as I shift into my human form. “Go to Saben and get the silver chains off him,” I gently say to her as I move closer.

Tank replied coolly as Reese grabbed his jacket and left without even unwrapping his hands. The guys looked at each other, no one saying anything until Ryan came round, coughing and spluttering. He grabbed his jaw and winced in pain. “I think he broke my jaw!” He cried out in a strange mumble. Tank chewed his lip. “Fuck…let’s just crack a couple of ribs and get him to a hospital.” . Later Reese pulled up to the curb outside Quinn’s place and walked up the driveway to the rear house that was hers, knocking on the door. He noticed a camera doorbell and pushed it, peering into the little camera lens with a cheeky smirk.