Reze Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

Chapter Six I stand in front of the mirror, looking at this reflection that seems foreign to me. My hair, once neatly styled, now hangs in loose strands around my face. I take a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering thoughts of Elvis. His touch comes into my memory now, and it sends gooseflesh, remembering the thrill of holding his hand as he guided me into a world I never thought I could have.

I turned to face the guy with the chain, who looked hesitant now, his eyes darting from his downed friends to me. He swung the chain, trying to keep distance between us, the metal links flashing in the dim light. I waited, biding my time, watching his rhythm. When he swung again, I ducked low, grabbing a piece of broken wood from the ground. As he tried to recover, I jammed the wood into his shin. He yelped, losing his footing, and I took my chance to close in, grabbing the chain and twisting it from his grip. He scrambled back, wide-eyed.

She said as the portal finishes closing. Once they are gone, I run to my mate, “Austin! Austin…baby, what’s wrong?” “Rebel? Did you give Reese his medicine?” He mumbles What is he talking about? “Austin, baby, I’m going to get these chains off you, okay? Aiden and Reid are fine. I don’t know who Reese is, my love.” I start removing the chains from his wrists and then move to the ankles. He has burns in his palms. When I look around, I see the broken joints on the wall. Austin must have pulled them down and burned his hands in the process.

There was no trace of any other spiritual presences, except the faint feeling of Terrance's dying essence. "Goddamn it!" The Axis Demon cursed in frustration. "I was certain... they were under this wreckage!" A flash of yellow illumination fulgurated down on The Axis Demon. Signaling the arrival of Chicago's lightning technique, but the demon bounced backwards to avoid direct contact. He still would take some damage but shook off the burns of electricity, his eyes widening to see the lightning bolt changing direction in pursuit. He laughed out. "More fun? This is the best morning ever! Demon Arts: Soundwave!"

Sparks showered over us, stinging my skin. "Stay back!" Bryan roared. He shifted, but it was different this time. The silver fur didn't just cover him; it glowed with a blue light that pushed back the shadows. He lunged at the man with the chainsaw, knocking the weapon out of his hands with a heavy silver claw. The saw hit the floor, cutting a deep groove into the metal before it died. "The tubes, Hazel!" Bryan shouted as he tackled a second masked man. "Break the glass! If they wake up, the story ends!"

I closed my eyes and forced myself to slowly breathe out. My hands were shaking. The chain in my hand was twitching, its links rattling barely audibly. Suddenly, behind my lowered eyelids I saw the threads of the Dark. In their hundreds and thousands, they were stretching out from Reive to the subjugated undead. They were chattering and tightening, demanding the order that couldn’t come. Nevertheless, there was also something else. Almost unnoticeable. Almost invisible. In some unknown way these threads were penetrating through Reive’s anarel into his bracelet and joining up with my chain.

Suddenly, his hands grasped my throat. Choking, gagging for air clutched at his hands with my own. The sting of power that lived within him struck me like an electric shock. “I think in the future you should think about your words more carefully before letting them spill out of that pretty little mouth. I’d so hate to see those lips ripped from your skull, Chief Darksyde.” He snickered before throwing me to the ground.

"You don't understand what you did." "Then tell me." "You didn't reject the crown." His voice lowered. "You rejected the King." Hazel stared. "What's the difference?" "The crown was never the problem." The chain suddenly tightened. The man screamed. Hazel ran toward him. Jae grabbed her. "Wait!" The man looked at Hazel. "Don't touch the chain." "Why?" "Because it recognizes you." Hazel froze. The chain began glowing. Silver light traveled through the metal. From the anchor—

But as his fingers inched closer, Asher drew upon his newfound resolve and struck. With a sudden surge of energy, Asher twisted his body, using his chained wrists as a makeshift weapon. The hardened metal of the chains collided with the hooded man's face, slicing across his skin. Blood spurted from his wound as he stumbled back, stunned by the unexpected assault. Capitalizing on the momentary distraction, Asher fought against the pain and the limitations of his restraints. With every ounce of strength he could muster, he wrenched his wrists, feeling the chains bite into his flesh as he wrestled free from their grip.

His face no longer had the appearance of a human, and his facial features were completely distorted. “Help! Please, save me, Gardner! Ah!” Trevishan’s pants were already covered with his own feces and urine. The next second, the chainsaw landed on his waist. Buzz Buzz Buzz…