Leatherface Novels & Stories

Eira mentally swore that if she ever found this Armando guy, she might just do something nasty to him. For a second she wondered who he was and so she looked up to find the winner. And there he was. The referee held his hand up announcing him the winner. She couldn't see his face because his entire face was covered in a black mask except for his lips and dark brown eyes. His brown eyes. Dark, bloodthirsty and fierce.

Dogs had to be taught who the owners were, and she sent Liu Feng a message to thank him for the brilliant acting. From left to right, excluding Killian, the guild members introduced themselves. “Rank #92. My mafia name is “Faceless”. My ability is the ultimate disguise. I don’t have a fixed face after a horrible accident.” Many gasps filled the room when “Faceless” removed his skin mask, revealing nothing but a horrible sight of exposed bones and muscles. Zen felt sick, and Sasha pitied him. While this was a gruesome sight even for those in the mafia, it wasn’t uncommon.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

"His name is—" "Lex. I am twenty-nine and have the body of a God. Woman fall at my feet and beg me to sleep with them because, let's be honest, who can resist this?" a voice filled the room and when I looked over to the door, I finally matched a voice to the face. There was something in the Jackson genes which had meant all three children were attractive. His arm muscles were obvious under the shirt he wore and it was practically see-through so you could see his chest beneath it. His eyes stood out from his face, the blue against the green, damn they were gorgeous.

In dark leather clothing, one sporting a jacket that no doubt hides his weapons. “Look at her eyes, I told you it was her,” leather jacket says. “You finally grew smart enough to get away from Woods, that immoral bastard he’ll get what’s coming to him soon enough” his fangs gleaming threateningly. “Don’t talk about him” I snarled. Light steps sound from the side, they’re trying to cage me in, so I have no way to run. Too bad they don’t know I’m the one doing the hunting. I tip my chin up “Who sent you?”

I stood near the tall windows of our chamber, twisting the hem of my tunic between my fingers. Today, I would ride into danger beside Alexandro. Today, everything would change. The door opened behind me with a soft click, and I turned to find him there—already dressed for travel. He wore a dark leather tunic reinforced with steel at the shoulders, black trousers tucked into sturdy boots, and a heavy cloak pinned with a silver clasp shaped like a wolf’s head—the symbol of the Blood Moon Pack. His sword hung at his hip, gleaming wickedly even in the soft morning light.

Fucker Prickface sneered, his hot breath reeking of cheap beer and stale cigarettes. I cringed, nose wrinkling as I tried to duck out of his hold and escape his halitosis. “My name is Leo.” I snarled, stomping his foot as I slammed my elbow into his ribs. As he groaned, his grip on me loosening, I slipped out of my hoodie and started dodging and weaving through people looking for an escape.

A small blue light was released into her and she gasped before fainting. I can’t believe it. Syria was a traitor. I searched the crowd for Brock but I can’t find him. I try to mindlink him but I couldn’t sense him anywhere nearby. It was like he just disappeared. Gritting my teeth, I looked down at the ground when I see a pair of black leather boots stop in front of me. I looked up and “Hybrid,” he mutters as if the very word was venom in his mouth. He glares down at me with the same look in his eyes since I got here, and I can’t help but wonder why.

Blood was streaming down his face but he pushed the girls behind him. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" He screamed. "You could have hit these ladies and one of them is pregnant!" "I'm going to hit you, faggot," the leader said. He looked mean and full of hate even though he couldn't have been twenty-five years old. The rest of them trailed behind him as he crossed the street towards them and Ashleigh gripped Lance's arm and then she pushed Kendra behind her. Things were about to happen fast and she didn't want Kendra hurt.

Ben followed, wearing bright neon green short shorts, a salmon pink tank top that said #DadBodInProgress, and a neon orange fanny pack slung proudly across his waist like a championship belt. Jax followed, his usual broody Lycan energy completely undone by a pair of electric blue dolphin-hem shorts, a tie-dye tank with a cat DJ-ing on it, and a matching banana-yellow visor tilted to the side. Tyler emerged next with mirrored sunglasses, pastel purple shorts so short they should’ve been illegal, and a tank top that read Suns Out, Guns Out over an image of flexing flamingos. His fanny pack was glittery. Glittery.