Leatherface Novels & Stories

Dust filled the air. Scarface jumped back, startled. The lighter slipped from his fingers. Before the flame could touch the gasoline, a black blur launched from the SUV. It was Liam. Wearing tactical boots, Liam kicked the lighter mid-air, sending it skittering harmlessly into a wall. Then, with a fluid motion, he spun and roundhouse-kicked Scarface in the chest. CRACK. Ribs shattered. Scarface flew backward, slamming into the wall and sliding down like a wet rag.

Rough, tattooed men with reputations for taking what they wanted. She’d heard stories about the Iron Wolves gang that hung out at The Rusty Nail, a dive bar on the outskirts of town. Five of them were legends, Jax, the brooding leader with a scar across his cheek; Rocco, the massive Italian with arms like tree trunks; Blaze, the fiery redhead known for his stamina; Diesel, the mechanic with oil-stained hands and a wicked grin; and Thorn, the quiet one with piercing eyes that could undress you from across the room. They were all hung like gods, or so the rumors went. Perfect.

She turned her face towards the stage and couldn't look away. A tall and incredibly handsome man with tousled dark brown hair which was thick and lustrous. His eyes were mesmerizing deep like the ocean, flecks of silvery light performed ballets throughout. His face was strong and defined, his features moulded from granite. His usually playful smile had drawn into a hard line across his face. His dark brown brows were actually graceful but currently furrowed in a frown. Muscles rippled across every part of his body. He was obviously a seasoned warrior. He was wearing a slim-fit half-canvas micro cheek twill Soho suit in black colour.

Jonathan’s own voice became lighter, a small smile started to grow which allowed me to see his crimson stained teeth, and just as I was about to try and bring my pack mate back to reality, those baby blue eyes lost all life. I could even hear his last heartbeat. * “Do you need to go back to Thea?” Laker asked as I dried my hair with the towel, his own brown hair wet and dripping. Shaking my head no, I threw the towel towards him which he caught carelessly and began to dry his own hair; I turned and began to zip up my newly cleaned fighting leathers. The leather clung onto my every muscle, every dip, and every part of my skin for dear life, helping aid in being easy to move for any type of sp

"Rise up boy and show me your face." Upon hearing this, the young lad jerked his head up, showing his deep emerald, almond-shaped eyes and tanned skin. His squared jaw showed some bruises that link up to his upper lip. The leather garments he was wearing were full of dirt and sweat, showing some stains of blood that might have been from a wild animal he perhaps killed a few weeks ago. Some strands of his copper hair covered his forehead as he looked up. He was visibly trembling but still managed to speak. "Y-yes s-sire?"

His face is covered by black Iru with a slight of silver Iru that form a pattern like an eerie smiley face. “The Sword of Scum: Azatoth!”Alfi screams swinging that eerie sword of his to Leak. “You are just a natural moron! You blasphemous Starless! You are just a Starless! You have no place to say such a thing before my presence!” The black aura is gathering in Leak’s right hand, and he jabs Alfi’s body really hard. All of his minions are flying to Alfi with Wedhung and Tiak in their hands ready to cut his body. They are passing through his body that his body burst into a thick black smoke in the sky.

Hulk charged at me and a smile broke out of my face. People knew not to do that but his size had misled him and it would be his last mistake. Just as he got to me, I swiftly kicked his legs which sent him crashing to the hard floor with a loud thud. Loud cheers erupted from the crowd at this. He made to stand up but I delivered another hard kick to his rib cage, putting all of my anger into that single kick. I heard the sound of cracked bones and it was soothing. Just as I was about to repeat the motion, he held on to my leg and flipped me and I landed on the ground.

I noticed that she had two smaller bags as well. “What’s in these?” I asked, pointing to the smaller bags. “One is my camera and all the extra equipment, the other is my computer and stuff” She answered. I picked up both bags and slung them over my shoulder and started walking. I was hoping she was following. She wasn’t, because when I turned around I saw Brady introducing her to Nick our other guitarist, Eli our bass player, and Trevor our drummer. I watched as Trevor gave her one of his massive bear hugs. I love the guy, he is like a brother to me. Kyaria was lost in him. He is a massive guy.

In one, I’m speaking to a human-shaped light, and in another, I’m locked in a small room screaming incoherent words. Taking a deep breath, I rub the chill that spreads across my arms. I feel so lost. I just don’t understand why this is happening. “You shouldn’t be out here?” a deep male voice penetrates the Canyon’s natural calm. Looking up, I meet Lucifer’s wary eyes. He’s wearing a different outfit than he was earlier. The t-shirt he’s wearing shows his muscular arms and broad chest to perfection. I swallow a moan when I see that his black leather pants ride low on his hips and emphasize his strong thighs.

Another explosion followed, disrupting the speedster's motion as he hit a wall and fell to the floor. Struggling to get up, he noticed something. Someone appear from the point of the explosion where a large section of a wall was missing. He watched the high-heeled boots make their way through the wall and then the rest of the body, which was unclear to make out because the person's face was concealed though the body appeared to be female, thanks to the design of clothing she had on. The person approached him and the speedster instinctively reacted by charging. He was about to strike the unknown adversary when she suddenly took out some sort of weapon that resembled a grenade launcher but ins