Reze Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

Smoke looks down with a sad smile. “It’s not that simple, Aiden. I’m bound by wolfsbane. I’m weak.” “But we can break it together, You are a part of me that cannot be left behind, so I’m not getting out of here without you.’ “Alright. Let's Try.” I slowly sighed before tightening my grip on the chains around my wrists, It was so hot but I was smiling through the pain. Electricity coursed through us, and the sensing of a reconnection felt really like embers catching fire in the night. The chains started to glow, lines appeared on their surface, and, with one last push, they broke apart reducing into dust.

“Get to work." The two men left his back, one going to place his hands on Frank's shoulders to hold him in place while the other gripped his already tied hand. From behind the man by his side, his other hand came into sight with a terrifying tool in it; a chainsaw. Frank screamed, horrified while Page's eyes widened and threatened to explode as she gasped. The unceremonious reverberating sound of the chainsaw terrorized the atmosphere. Tauntingly, he slowly brought down the chainsaw towards Frank's hand. At this, Frank began to vibrate violently as he watched the chainsaw move vigorously. He began to scream but John sternly ordered him to keep his mouth shut or his fingers would be chopped

I leapt, knocking the attacker off him, my jaws snapping inches from the man's face. "Thanks," Chase panted, regaining his footing. "Don't mention it," I replied through our mind link. Meanwhile, the cavern had erupted into pandemonium once more. Chase moved like a whirlwind, his movements precise and deadly. He weaved through the fray, taking down enemies with calculated efficiency. Despite being in human form, he was a force to be reckoned with, his blades flashing under the flickering torchlight. "Keep pushing forward!" he yelled, his voice cutting through the clamour.

Chris awoke in a dimly lit room, the air thick with the stench of mold and decay. His wrists were bound by silver chains, the metal burning into his skin, sapping his strength. He struggled against the chains, but they only tightened with each movement. After a while, he gave up, panting heavily from the exertion. As he rested, trying to regain his strength, he noticed a shadowy figure emerging from the darkness. His heart pounded as the figure stepped into the faint light. Chris' eyes widened in disbelief.

He nodded at the bottle in my hand. “Yes” I threw the empty bottle at him. “Let's dance” We walked back to the open field with Josh dragging the chains on the floor to create a grating sound. “I don't want you to think I'm unfair.” He handed me one of the chains “study it. I'm only giving you ten minutes to make yours.” he went back to rest, mentally counting down the ten minutes until he got his pound of flesh. He is enjoying this way too much. It took me five tries to make a solid chain that lasted more than seconds. When I finally got the hang of it, I made a chain that could act as a staff and a chain at the same time.

I answered. The man's face twisted. A low, unnatural growl escaped him as his body began to tremble. His eyes darkened, and a strange hiss came from his throat. He was trying to shift back into his normal form. I didn't give him the chance. I reached into my jacket and pulled out the gold chain I had prepared earlier. With one effortless movement, I threw it toward him. The chain landed perfectly around his neck. The creature let out a sharp cry. Smoke seemed to ripple across its body as it collapsed to the ground.

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.

He became agitated, his chest heaving as he strained against the silver chains that bound his wrists and ankles. “Arghh” A low, vibrating hum erupted from his throat as he kept struggling against the chains. Suddenly, the man’s hands flexed and with a sickening sound of tearing flesh and grinding bone, metal like claws extended from his hands. They tore through the skin of his knuckles, gleaming brightly in the dimly lit space.

“Back up. Tell me how it started with Chain. You stayed out of loyalty, even when things turned bad?” “Yeah.” She took a shaky breath. “We were out in the fields, prepping crops for winter storage. Chain strolled in holding this heavy silver chain, links thick and twisted. One of the guys, Gus, was messing around, lightening the mood with some laughs. Chain went straight to him, said no one wasted time joking on his watch.” The scene played vivid in her mind; she rubbed her arms instinctively. “He swung that chain like a lash. I waited for his wolf to surge up and stop him but nothing. He’d figured it out.”

It wasn't just the smell of the cough syrup that drove them insane, but the fact that they were trapped. When Reese put the backpack down next to me and crouched down, he was suddenly wearing thick, brown leather gloves. "So, come over here you little monster." From above he grabbed one of the greenish boys by the neck and pushed it down to immobilize it. With the other hand he reached under the net and grabbed it by the neck fur and then pulled it out. He wasn't really interested in the fact that the leg got stuck.