Scars Joker Novels & Stories

well , strange indeed. The Scar man , on the other hand , looked as if he shitted his pants , It was most definitely a wonderful sight to see . He must have heard about Jace being immortal but hadn't seen his indestructibility in action . Well to be fair , it was my first time seeing it in action too . It was .. kind of mesmerizing , in an uncomfortable way . Jace gets close enough to grab the rifle and throws it away . Scar man reaches his pocket to take out his hand gun but Jace already has his hand around his neck , choking him .

Jax nodded respectfully at our presence, "You already know our purpose here." Scar saved himself a headache from listening to Vice and Jax talk business and started to look around. All the men on motorcycles wore the same leather jacket marked with a wolves face. The design was simply intricate. Scar had always had a passion for art, that being why his skin and the shiny surface of his bike was covered with his own designs. He found that the more designs he put onto his bike, the more he became protective of it. It was almost as if he feared if someone were to look at it for too long, they would understand aspects of his life that were extremely personal to him and Scar wasn't one for openin

“Not just good – amazing.” “One hundred percent amazing,” Jo said solemnly. “Thought so.” Scars held out a huge hand and she took it, felt the raised skin there. Without even looking, Jo knew that he had more scars on his hands and briefly wondered what he must look like under his jeans and blue t-shirt and cut: she’d heard from Jinx that the fire had burned Scars so badly, he’d needed reconstructive skin grafting on his back and legs. “It’s a pleasure, Jo.”

I sat closer to Jedrick, not wanting to be left alone in this ungodly place. His face had a long scar that starts from his left eyebrow and ran down to his jaw. He was bald and his entire body was covered with tattoos except for his face. He was so buff. He looked like a real-life hulk, except for the green skin. I gulped with anticipation.

Marcus picks up his phone, “Hey Gideon, I’m going to take this. “Pointing to his phone. I nod, and Marcus goes outside to take his fake call. As soon as Marcus is outside, our friend in the dark blue hoodie pulls his hood down more and turns and walks down the street. As he was pulling his hoodie down, I saw a jagged scar on the back of his hand, very distinctive. “Marcus, did you see his right hand?” I mind-link him, still not trying to draw attention to ourselves. “Yeah, I saw it. That must have hurt like hell.” He walks back inside. We sit back down and wait for our pizza. “Do you catch his sent when you went outside?” still using mind-link.

The girl in the mirror standing opposite me was a girl broken and recombined with the improper pieces. "Pathetic," I muttered to myself. And I grinned. Cold, empty thing that it was, with no regard for the girl that once was me. Because what I discovered, Jake and Cassandra didn't kill me. Victoria didn't, either. They just provided justification for waking the hell up. I removed my makeup and cotton brushes wiped away like discarding the old me. I looked again and caught sight of something new in my eyes. Peace of anger. Hunger. "No more tears," I told myself. "Time they're sorry for all of this."

The jailer opened her cell door, he has four scars on his face running from the eyebrow to the cheek. From the man's build he seems to be a strong fighter with a large physical appearance and bulging muscles. The tattoo on his shoulder caught her attention. A crescent moon stabbed with a knife. She's definitely inside a rogue territory. She backed away to the corner when he entered, a disgustingly creepy smile plastered on his face.

I think I'll need to lay low for a while as I'm unsure of my fate at the moment With nothing left to do i left ,sad ,depressed, missirable and disappointed by master juju's words ,i headed for the stairs and claimed it slowly all the way up ,in deep thoughts over master juju's prophesy. I reached on top the tower scar was still there waiting for me ,so there was no need to summon him ,i patted his fire breathing jaws ,be could tell i was depressed ,we have a sort of connection scar and i, just like i do with my wolf ,scar has the ability to read my mind that's why we make a great team in battle.

I never liked people getting too close to me. It might have been my survival instincts and trust issues, but I'm used to people being cruel. With both my parents gone, years of surviving as a lone wolf taught me to expect only the worst in humans. Kindness isn't something I see every day. Scar watches me as I wrap up the cuts around my hand with a white cloth. As his name says, he has quite a glaring scar that runs from his left eye to the side of his jaw. His bare chest shows numerous tattoos and battle marks. A leather belt hangs on his waist, securing a pair of cargo pants.

I wish I had it in a little flask so I could smell it any time I wanted. “Get her out,” Jagger says to someone, and when I notice, there’s another guy standing next to us. He is as big as Jagger but not as beautiful. He has a scar on his face, and he is very pale. “No, don’t leave me,” I say, wrapping my arms tighter around Jagger’s neck, keeping myself close to him. “Don’t go back in there, please,” I let out as tears finally ran down my cheeks, and I felt the fear take over.