Scars Joker Novels & Stories

“I will be sending off for a DNA test in our lab within the hour. We will regroup then; Joker will take you to Queenie and Winnie. Soon as he said his name there, Joker walked into the room; the scar that ran down his face was prominent. He looked like a modern-day Viking; his head was shaved to the sides with dark tattoos his long dark blonde hair was pulled back into a man bun. Dressed in dark, naturally distressed jeans and a grey t-shirt, his hardened eyes access me with something that I couldn’t interpret. Silently, I walk to the door, wondering to myself what the fuck just happened. I looked at Joker, wondering if he was just the strong silent type or what his deal was. “So lovely weat

His eyes widened a bit and a look I couldn't recognize crossed his eyes, before he quickly his it with a smirk. "Damn! She's one fine piece of ass," he said as he chuckled and looked at Scar. I opened my mouth to say something before Scar quickly moved face to face with the guy. "Look her way again and you're dead," he said in a low growl. I gulped. Marco chuckled nervously. "I was just joking, man." "I wasn't," Scar retorted. "I need a drink," I murmured shakily as I walked off to a nearby bar.

As if things couldn’t get worst as it is right now, her judgment betrays her greatly. Growls, loud, raw, angry and a crowd of them came from Adam side of the forest and a huge man, bigger than the creatures around him, surrounded by pure werewolves was ready to attack. It was without a doubt that the man in the middle was the leader. He has a long gash over his left eye. Scars painted his body and his left arm was covered by tribal tattoos. She knows his identity very well just by the stories Adam has told her before. Even from afar she can recognise him with ease.

"I've spent two years scheduling your life, Julian. I’ve seen your tax returns. I’ve seen your charity donations. None of it... none of it matches this." ​Julian let out a dark, mirthless chuckle. He stepped back just an inch, enough for the moonlight to catch the jagged scar running along his jawline—a mark his expensive concealer usually hid with surgical precision. "You saw the man the world wants me to be. The man who plays by the rules because he owns the people who write them. But this?" He gestured with a tattooed hand toward the distant roar of the motorcycles still idling in the yard. "This is the man who makes sure the rules don't apply to him."

he said to Richard. “ Ah right!... Miss Ann, do you have space in your schedule, I pay quite handsomely, and I could use some time with... KPORR!...” Ann stood wide-eyed as James spat blood, he had a nose bleed, and Ann had a feeling that he may have lost a tooth from Richard's blow. “ If you ever mention her name again, you will lose your head... ” Richard growled, grabbing a writhing James by his throat. “It's a threat...” He hissed before dropping him hard on the floor. Ann almost pitied him, but mind you, it only almost happened.

“You just remorselessly killed your companion, guy named Ox. Or should I say, a ringer assassin called the Joker of the Cards of Reapers?” Ox laughed lightly, bandages on his left hand suddenly fall when Aoi cut it with a sharp knife. On the back of his palm, a tattoo of a skeleton in a pitch-black cloak was holding a grayish scythe. On the side of the box, vertically written in a scary font the word “J-O-K-E-R.” A tattoo of the Card of Reapers indicating he was in a high-rank. “What's your business with me?” Aoi Akuma asked voice in a threat.

His voice boomed as Jasmine flinched, but she didn't move a single muscle as the girls guarded in front of her. Lucifer's hand clenched in anger as Jasmine ignored his orders, "You better hit the road, old man, wouldn't want the boss to put a bullet in between those eyes," Scar said in a cold, low tone as Lucifer's face hardened as he slowly backed away before looking over Scar's shoulder, "This isn't over, baby girl, you'll always be daddy's little girl," he said with a smirk on his face before walking away. Scar turned towards Jasmine, who suddenly looked green in the face. She looked as though she was about to pass out, "Jas?" Scar called out but Jasmine couldn't bring herself to reply as

The way they moved, the way they hovered behind their leader with barely-contained excitement—it was clear they relished the power they held over us. And then there was Luther. The Scarred Man. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a face that looked like it had been carved from stone and left to crack in the sun. His skin was rough, weathered, and jagged scars covered half of his face, giving him a twisted, almost inhuman appearance. His eyes, though—those cold, dead eyes—were the most terrifying part. There was no soul left in them. No humanity. Just a hollow darkness that made my blood run cold.

He strides in, a massive figure in leather, his face a war zone, a jagged scar cutting across his cheek from jaw to temple, one eye a cloudy white, the other deep and relentless, trapping me like a rabbit in a trap. That tattoo, a sun divided by a claw, identifies him distinctly: Sun Pack. His voice rumbles deep, harsh like cracked rock, slicing through the air like a knife. “Go ahead and run, girl, and I’ll bring you to Jason myself.”

I - - -” it was a silent killing and the loud thud of the Joker’s head was all that was heard. But it was not the end, both men felt a tremendous presence and were on guard. The man with a scar jumped right down from the stage and faced the other person. He swung his sword straight to the man’s neck however with a single finger it stopped the motion of the blade. It was the man wearing the dragon’s mask earlier. “I do not intend to stop you or I am affiliated with those scumbags.” a deep low voice replied, it has an authority around him. “Then who are you?” Maynard asked.