Scars Joker Novels & Stories

Jace whimpers and coughs, blood spilling from his mouth as he squirms on the floor. “Stop!” I choke on my breath. “Jace…” “Don’t pity them, Tabitha. They don’t deserve it. See this?” Mario lifts his shirt and reveals a massive scar carved into the side of his stomach. It looks like a bite taken straight out of him. “I got this more than twenty years ago,” he explains. “From Emery Aldair himself. He went berserk during the full moon after his twenty-fourth birthday.” “W-What? I don’t understand,” I whisper.

"It's nice to meet you too, but just a small correction, we aren't mates...we're just companions for now." "Ohhh...my bad." "It's fine." 'So this is his beta?' Linessa thought, rumoured as a Demon by the Devil's (Zhamar's) side. He didn't seem like much of a demon right now. From what she could see in the darkness of the evening he looked pretty innocent with his blonde hair and blue eyes. But she could see his thick, bulky muscles and as the sleeve of his shirt shifted while he drove, she could see the jagged scar that tore from his wrist to his elbow. It was a brutal map of a past battle, a reminder that his bulky frame wasn't just for show.

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.

"I found some herbs in one of the books. It mentioned scar healing. I tried it. I didn’t think it would work, but... it did." They all surrounded me like I was some magical object, staring at my face with wide eyes. "You look amazing," Jasmine said softly. "You always did," Joshua added. "But now... you look like you." That sentence hit me so hard, I almost cried again. They hugged me, all three of them, and I stayed there in the middle of the group, soaking in the warmth. For the first time in a long while, I felt seen. Not as the girl with the scar. Not as the outsider. Not as the broken one.

The sky stretched wide and cloudless above us. Looking over my pack, I felt pride swell in my chest. But beneath that pride was a whisper of unease I couldn’t shake. Laughter and chatter mingled in the air as packs gathered. Some were relaxed, sharing inside jokes. Others moved with grim determination. Everyone had something to prove. “Adrian,” a familiar voice called. I turned and met Jayson’s gaze. Alpha of the Mountain Pack. Sharp blue eyes, buzz cut, and the same stoic energy he always carried.

Another man who looked more younger than dante said, he had a blue suit and a pair of pants on, what else could be noticeable was the deep red scar which ran from his green eyeball down to his lips giving him the look of a dangerous gangster. Another thing about the scarred guy was that at the right side of his face, he had green eyeballs then at the left, he had a very light shade of brown. "Right about what?, Just spit it out dexter!!"Dante said, suprisingly, his voice sounded impatient and hasty. Just by listening to the way he spoke his words, the scarred man couldn't hide the smirk that formed on his face. "Tsk!, Why do you sound so impatient hmm?, Just by listening to how your voice so

“She’s strong, though. Stronger than we can imagine.” Ronan sighed. “I hate that she had to be.” Aleron turned to him. “Ronan.” “What?” “These scars… the ones on her wrists…” Ronan clenched his jaw. His voice was low, dangerous. “I saw them.” Aleron swallowed. “Ronan… whoever did that to her…” Ronan shook his head slowly. “I swear on the Moon Goddess… they’ll pay.” A soft voice interrupted them. “Don’t fight… please.”

It stopped being remarkable. It just became you. “Hey, Cole!” Victor ‘Scars’ Innis barked from the opposite end of the bar, dragging him abruptly back into the present. “Table six needs another two pitchers before they start a fucking riot.” Cole glanced over automatically, catching sight of the bar manager and club Vice-President weaving through customers with his usual terrifying efficiency, massive shoulders cutting through crowds like a battering ram. Scars looked exactly like what he was: a man built equally for violence and authority, his heavily scarred face and hulking frame carrying enough weight inside the Road Devils that entire rooms shifted instinctively around him.

"From what I can see, you've had a scarred face for many years. So what exactly is new here?" My head shot up and I stared at him in horror, wondering how he could be so insensitive to my plight, "Who are you?" "My name is Zach and I'm a healer, some would say a magician but I prefer healer.. You were brought here six days ago by a kind stranger and they made me swear to do anything to keep you alive and I can't leave until I've done everything in my power for you” My brows furrowed, "I-I don't understand. Who is the person that brought me here?"

Scar opens her door slowly, taking the chance to ask for her loyal driver. Authur blacked out on his seat. “Off, now!” The guy demands again, knocking on her window in haste. “Jack Fuller sent you, didn’t he?” Scar comes out of the car, putting on a calm mask, “However much he is giving you, I can double the price.” “I don’t know what you are talking about,” The guy replies impatiently, “All I know is, you have to come with me.” “I--” Scar wants to give it another shot, and the gun almost sticks into her mouth. She purses her lips, and the guy indicates a direction with his gun, pushing her forward.