Leatherface Novels & Stories

"Sure, I am—but do you know who killed Leo Grayson?" Sean was left thunderstruck as he understood in an instant. He turned frantically toward Frank and murmured, "It can't be… him?" Chad rolled his eyes but nodded in silence, while something snapped in Sean and he passed out right then. Chad was left doing a double take and quickly checking his vitals. Seeing that Sean was still breathing, he snorted. "And I thought you had a pair. Turns out you're just a coward." Rising to his feet, he then smiled as he ran toward Frank again. "Sorry I haven't introduced myself, Mr. Lawrence. Chad Hansen at your service—my homies call me Scarface, but you can call me Scar. I'm sorry about everything that ha

Tomas Midnight struck on the church tower, its solemn chime echoing through the night as I pursued the reckless thief who fucking dared to violate my car, stealing my wallet. His skinny legs drove him ahead of me, but I could taste his fear in the wind as I followed. Behind me, the woman whose purse this asshole stole, sobbed with her kids clutched close to her. He was an amateur criminal and he didn’t know how big of a mistake he’d made.

Lu screamed, her mouth falling open, and she looked from the wounds I’d given her to Lea, whose only response was baring her teeth at her as she prepared to launch another series of attacks. I could feel the tension heighten in the atmosphere around us, and a quick glance at my side showed Hector standing with his arms still folded, taking in everything with a bland expression on his face. A scream from Lu immediately commanded my attention, and I turned sharply to find that she was shifting in front of me. Her gear was made of some synthetic leather material that disappeared when she shifted, and if looks could kill I would’ve been dead. “You bitch,” she said in a rage-filled cry.

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

“F-Fuckin’ psycho! What an eyesore to ruin my good time…there’s no way I would ever prefer a scary hound like you!” Cussing at Zeus, that old pervert almost rushed away from there as if his pride couldn’t bear getting humiliated before me by such a majestic man like Zeus, who stood firmly in front of me, guarding me like a shield. Now I noticed that the leather jacket he was putting on had a big ‘golden wolf-head’ design embroidered with gold on the broad back, making it seem like a custom-made jacket for him. The picture of that wolf-head was quite scary to look at, with red big eyes as if they were gawking directly at me! I had never seen anyone wear a leather jacket with such an odd desig

It flew backward, crashing into the remains of the Smithsonian tower. A figure landed in the dust. It was Leo. But he wasn't glowing. He stood there, encased in what looked like gold armor. But it wasn't armor. It was his skin. He was metallic. Faceless? No, his face was there, but it looked like a golden statue of himself. Perfect. Rigid. The Beast shook its head and roared. It charged. Leo didn't dodge. He didn't fire a beam. He stepped into the charge.

"He’s Leashing them” Through the mist, Jackson appeared. He wasn't the boy who left me in the snow anymore. He was armored in Liquid Silver, riding a massive, scarred Feral-Sin that looked like it had been stitched together from nightmares. In his hand, he held the High-Sovereign Whip—a weapon designed to shatter a wolf’s spirit with a single strike.

"Show your claws!" A tall, broad-shouldered figure emerges slowly through the smoke, his face as cold as arctic ice, his eyes glowing with a lethal, dominant blue light. The closest rogue thugs charge straight at him with raised knives and iron axes, but he moves like a primal force of nature right through their ranks. In mere seconds, his bare hands tear completely through over a hundred of the Blackfang pack's finest fighters, leaving them groaning on the stone floor with broken bones, shattered jaws, and bloody faces. The remaining rogue men tremble violently, their weapons shaking as they back away from his presence, completely overwhelmed by his murderous, terrifying aura.

Not that I wouldn't mind laying down with all the snacks, it'd be easier to grab them. I hopped over the end of the bed frame and crawled next to Connor, on the side with his good leg. We were curled up next to each other, my leg resting over his good one and his arm around my back. He was wearing basketball shorts and an old school hoodie. I was actually wearing a pair of his sweatpants which he left at my house and some lacrosse pinny I found in the back of my closet. While the beginning of the movie was going, I glanced up at Connor, watching as the muscles in his face tensed up and relaxed. I traced words with my finger on the hoodie's material over his stomach. He smiled down at my hand

Two huge dark figures approached in the dark and then stepped into the house, his personal bodyguards. I liked to call them Peanut Butter and Jelly, because they’re always together and they go well together. Listen, I was depressed and they fascinated me because they were huge. They didn’t make eye contact, they didn’t talk, until they stepped aside and Octavious entered. When he did, a rush of cold wind blew into the house and Octavious’ eyes casually glanced around the place. Octavious had on full black today, a black trench coat, black leather gloves, black Capone, black shoes…just black.