Reze Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

A lump formed in my throat, choking off my words. I forced a small smile. "I know." That was all I could manage to say. He frowned and gently brushed his fingers over the stitches. "Does it hurt?" he asked. "You've always had a low pain tolerance." My nose stung. I took a deep, shaky breath, fighting back the wave of emotion. "I'm fine." The words were a struggle to get out. "I'll give you the Moonlight Gem necklace again at the ceremony. We'll do it right, then."

Snapping my fingers, I activated the soundproof systems, and then the speakers, which blared a haunting Italian ballad. ♫ “È una catena ormai, che scioglie il sangue dint’e vene sai…” ♫ (It’s now a chain that melts the blood inside the veins, you know…). The bound man behind me mumbled incoherently as I perused the wall of tools, spiked whips, brass knuckles, chains. Piercing and crushing devices. I picked up an electric saw.

Rune’s POV “Rise and shine, buddy,” I said, tapping his cheek. The man woke up to find himself strapped to a chain. The chains that held him were made of silver which burned his skin when he tried to wiggle free. He groaned in pain as the silver held him together. “Let me go!” He demanded. I chuckled at that. We were in a little cramped room with nothing but the chair which he sat on, a yellow bulb which buzzed over his head, and a table of tools which had dried blood on most of them.

he said, his voice laced with confusion. "I haven't seen him this morning," he muttered. "How the hell did you get free from the chains last night?" I blinked, cursing under my breath. I had hoped he wouldn't notice that. "What do you mean? I... I don’t know. They just—" I stopped, the words catching in my throat. Axel leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "Zarek chains don’t just come undone. Those were reinforced for a reason." Axel frowned, his fingers tapping against the edge of the table in thought.

Many young girls were there, all tired, broken, and unconscious. I tried to move my hands some more, but couldn’t. There are giant chains around my hands; they must know that they will be strong enough to break free from the rope. This, on the other hand, didn't seem like a regular chain. It looked like the kind that held giant beasts captive. My heart rate accelerates, and my movements become more desperate. "HELP!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!" Damn Alexander! I will have my revenge.

•• Arabella’s POV ••• After some time, Shawn came back carrying a hacksaw, and I breathed in relief. “This should be enough to cut through those chains…” he muttered as he squatted in front of me to free my feet first. “Do these chains not have magic on them?” I asked him curiously. “No,” he said as he worked the hacksaw through the chains. “They are just very strong chains for powerful prisoners. I asked one of the guards about it.”

I was working the late shift for awhile but I was changed to mornings about seven months ago and that is when my life got interesting. The days were blending together with seeing the same people and doing nothing new until I started working breakfast and lunch at the diner. I first seen him a month after my schedule changed and I have seen him most days since. I know he belongs to the local mc by the vest he wears with their logo but I have never really spoken much to him. He is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my life and I want nothing more than to speak to him but he says the bare minimum when he orders. I was lucky when I found out his name is Chains and I feel that fits this ma

The clasp had a tiny metal edge. I twisted my wrist painfully until the bracelet pressed against the chain. I began sawing. Once. Twice. Ten times. My skin burned. Blood trickled down my wrist. But I didn’t stop. Then— Click. One of the links loosened. I held my breath. I worked faster. Another click. The chain broke. I almost cried from relief. I freed my other hand and immediately removed the restraints from my ankles. Then I crawled toward the ventilation grate. Using the broken chain, I pried it loose.

I snarled. I did not wait for the cage to close another inch. The Chain‑Maker moved first. The four‑armed colossus raised its pulsing manacles and hurled them in a double arc. The links hissed through limbo air like siege whips, seeking my ankles and wrists to drag me over the edge and snap my joints against the abyss. I did not dodge. I planted my boots in the basalt fissures and extended both arms of living obsidian. I caught the main chains bare‑handed.

The massive trunk was far too heavy for her truck winch to move alone, and the steep embankment made driving around it impossible. ‎Before she could reach for her emergency handsaw, dual yellow fog lamps cut through the grey sheet of downpour behind her. A heavy diesel engine rumbled to a halt, and the driver's door of the black flatbed slammed shut. ‎Azriel Vance walked into the glow of her headlights. He carried a heavy gas-powered chainsaw in one hand and a iron tow chain over his broad shoulder. He wore his heavy oiled-canvas coat, rain glistening off his dark hair and hard jawline.