Joker Kings Novels & Stories

“If I get that woman here, and Joker and Sands and a few of the other hardcore guys get it into their heads to help Jensen out, and teach Crusher Alcott’s sister a lesson? I’ll stop it, no doubt. That’s my prerogative as President – but I can’t always be there. Accidents happen in the clubhouse back rooms, all the time. You get what I’m saying?” “Yeah.” Jack’s blood ran cold at the thought of the kind of ‘accident’ that could befall an innocent woman at Joker Kane’s hands. The man was an abusive monster, a convicted rapist, and by King’s Men’s best guess, he’d killed four women, that they knew of. Joker loved strangling women and then slashing their throats, and even though everyone knew wha

Salazar came out tonight with a few bodyguards with him, Carl knew he was on a hunt, and this young man was the prey. “Is it the King’s game?” Carl asked curiously. This time, the young man became more vigilant with his actions; the laptop bag he was holding a while ago was now secured in his body. He looked at Carl and next to Salazar, who was still looking for him. Carl knew how the King’s Game was played. It was a simple game between vicious mafia members. He once participated in the game and became the king. Its mechanics were easy. It was a game of death between the prey and the hunters. The Joker card was the prey, and the king card was for the King. The King’s role was to hunt for the

“They had their patches cut from their jackets, and then they fucked off.” So, Cook is no longer part of the Chrome Gods; he’s fully moved over to Don’s side. That complicates things. Don’s already relocated, and we have no idea where the hell he’s hidin' now. “Well, from now on, ya part of the Cursed Kings,” Joker declares, makin' the guy’s eyes widen. “You’ll still be Chrome Gods, but ya under our name now.” I groan, rubbin' my temples. “Ya can’t just take over an entire club, Joker.”

“I’ll think about it. Now get the hell out of here and send Joker in. I need to talk to him about his idiot cousin who couldn’t even stand outside a goddamn door without screwing the pooch. Fucking amateurs.” **** King emerged from the crash room looking grim. He nodded at Curtis and Wes, who went in and closed the door, and then King and Jax looked at each other. “My office?” Jax said. “Damn right.” They walked down the hall and into Jax’s private office. King sat on the sofa and sighed. “So,” he said. “One guess who the asshole is.” “Hit me with it.” Jax leaned back. “Warren Kane.” “Kane? As in Joker Kane?” Jax said. “Goddamn. How many of these idiots are running around in that loser famil

Each time he was pulling out his hair and complaining, "Never again! I don't care how cute she is!" "Just put a hat on over it! At least we got the ribbons out." King said, rolling his eyes as he put a black ball cap backward on Jack's head. "You know tomorrow if she would smile and bat her eyelashes at you, and you would let her make your hair pink." "No, your wrong! Red, maybe. But no, Pink, absolutely not! I have standards." He says as he grabs a few mags getting ready for this battle. Joker walks into the room, "I have deployed the drones as you asked. Trying to see where we should deploy the troops. It's live in three, two, one, and go."

A distorted, mocking chuckle echoed from the speaker, loud enough for the entire room to hear. "Don Valtteri," the voice of Marco De Luca purred, dripping with venomous satisfaction. "You look tired on our surveillance feeds. It turns out the great, untouchable King isn't made of stone after all. She really is a beautiful little thing, Karlo. Heavy gold silk suits her. It’s almost a shame to ruin it."

"King of Spades." A wider grin spread across his face, amusement clear in his voice. "Seems like I've got you beat already." He quickly turned over a second card. “Joker." Gasps rippled through the crowd, wide-eyed surprise written on every face. “Was expected of Epic! Even with the cards tossed in the air, he managed to snag the Joker. He's amazing!" “I told you before, nobody's managed to beat him. How could someone like that be a fake?"

It was then that he realized why they had nothing better to do, after all, Dark-Dragon seemed the only one they could challenge with intelligence. Besides, the other heroes were just wall-breakers, and mania for punching others in the face, it was when it should be commonplace, the plots of each of them, against Dark - Dragon, so there were countless catalogues, graphics, and spreadsheets on the walls of whose turn it was, at what time, it was indicating... Joker... - So, what's your plan today, Joker? – Asked the Riddler. They were gathered playing cards around a table with countless villains around, tables full of villains, some drunk and others smoking.

“Troupe two, four, and three... it was Vakar’s, Orlando’s, and Krinne’s troupe. Then where is Orlando? ” “AhhhHHH!!!!” Shouting hysterically, all gaze land on the man crawling away from the corner of the room. And as soon as they saw the reason for his shouting, none of them dared look at it for more than a second. "What kind of people are you?" Eyes widening, the king had a fright on his face as he saw Orlando, who was engulfed by the wall. Hands and feet were smashed on the floor, as if the one who did it did not wish for the man to regain his limbs. Drops of blood dripping on the ground can be seen forming a small puddle of red liquid.

“You know what this means, don’t you?” I nodded. “I do.” He sighed and rubbed his face. “Alright. Then as Alpha King, I grant your request. Pull your army together and defend your territory. Send those bastards to hell.” Smiling, I reached out to him and pulled him close, kissing his cheek. He wrapped his arms around me and almost pulled up over the bar. “I can’t send my knights. It has to be yours, Sol. If you…if you fail…” I scoffed. “We don’t fail. My army doesn’t fail.”