Jester Fanart Novels & Stories

Only three remained by the time they drilled through the trunk, threatening Jester with its chilly edge. Jester rolled aside and dodged two. He could not evade the last one and came in contact with it. The pendant he had been wearing shone in bright green light and covered Jester as the icicle hit him. The light and the icicle both snapped. The pendant shattered. Jester was shocked. 'I spent a lot of effort excavating this priceless legendary artifact rumored to have been used by gods! It could withstand a bomb! Great Master Pearce is too powerful!' Lace threw himself back into the fight after taking enough breaths.

Jester continued to unleash his power, as well as his illusionary magic that overwhelmed Max and the others. "We can't go on like this, Ron. We need to get to Elle and Ivory and get them to do something in there," Max said to Ronan, who was getting tired as all their resistance ended in a deadlock. Jester is not a wolf who relies solely on his physical strength but also his magical abilities. "I'm just worried that Elder Elle and Luna Ivory are in the same predicament, Alpha. What should we do now?"

When faced with a nutter making you a crazy offer you can be sure rejecting it will only produce an even worse counter-offer. “You know, I’m not sure what it is you want from me. I’m not saying no, I’m simply not sure what’s on the table.” “We don’t want anything from you!” said the Jester, as though the very idea was preposterous. “We want to give to you. Anything you desire. Wouldn’t you like to fly? Be as strong as a giant? Rip your enemies apart with your bare hands. Oh. Oh. The power, think about the power. My lips are moist at the thought of it.” There was a slobbering sound like a tongue running over lips. At least, that’s what I hoped it was.

But still, one thing he had to mention. “Jester was still alive yesterday. Who knows, maybe, he will be able to strengthen our pack.” “If it happens so, question him in detail about what really happened that night. Make him aware that his honour has suffered a lot.” “Yes, sir!” Stacy confirmed once more and left the office. The black beast picked up from the table Jenn’s clothes and squeezed. He realised that he wanted from her something more than just the money. Jester was lying alone inside a cavern in a place immersed in darkness. But, because of the candle standing on the bedside table, there was a chance to see his head bandaged in a white dressing.

Last time he talked to Rhett, he’d called him a Joker and handed him a joker card from his newly opened deck. Rhett loved his expensive cards. It was so beautiful. The joker card could’ve been on display in an art museum. All black with a CGI-inspired tessellated profile—the whole deck had cost hundreds, glimmered like diamonds, and smelled like money. An artist had handcrafted each image, spending days on every card. There was so much detail in the Joker. Dark lines outlined him. On his face, he wore a huge silly grin, but in the background, a mirror stood against the wall. There, the Joker frowned and tears streamed down his face.