Fate Jason Novels & Stories

This was the result. "Jason!" I rushed over, kneeling beside him. He was barely conscious, but his eyes flickered open when he heard my voice. "Tristan.... they took them... We tried to stop them, but…" he rasped. "Who took them? What happened?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice calm. "Assassins of the Great Lands Enclave... they... they want you out… You have to stop them, Tristan. Dean and your mother won't survive," Jason whispered before collapsing.

Will he even look for me? “Relax,” Jason said eventually, a small smile gracing his full lips. “I’m really Jason Carter and I have no connection with Drey Falcon.” I was even more speechless than before. Was this man a mind reader? What the hell did he want with me? “I have a proposition for you, Sienna Stanford,” he continued, completely ignoring the look of utter shock I was sure was clearly written on my face. “Help me bring down the Falcon empire and whatever you want in this world would be yours.”

he murmured, “how you outcasts cling to your scraps of morality. You kill her, yet you stand there like a guardian.” Adrian didn’t flinch. “Stay away from her.” Jason chuckled softly, the sound too elegant for someone who could tear a man apart without blinking. “She’s dead, Adrian. She’s not going anywhere.” “You heard me.” Jason’s smile faded. He tilted his head slightly, studying Adrian with an expression that mixed curiosity and disappointment, like a teacher watching a student fail a lesson he should have mastered ages ago. “You completed your ritual,” Jason said. “You should feel powerful. Renewed. Above all this. Yet here you are… mourning.”

I pull him all the way onto the landing, dragging him into the shadows of a quiet corner away from the prying eyes below. I spin on him, my chest heaving. "What are you doing, Jason?!” I hiss in his sinfully handsome face. “That is my stepsister!" Jason stares back at me, untouched by my rage. He adjusts his tuxedo. "Er, okay. I know that. She's my fated mate, and she's going to be my Luna. Why are you yelling?" he asks. I gasp, staggering a step back from him as if I’ve been physically struck. Hearing those words come directly from his mouth is a thousand times more painful and shocking than watching him from a distance in the Grand Hall.

His eyes lock with mine for a few seconds, before he looks away again. "I Jason Thompson, claim my rightful place as alpha of the Dark Moon pack!" I frown, confused about what Jason is saying. But it seems that everyone here knows what he's saying. They all start to bow their heads to Jason as if he's a king. Suddenly Jason grabs Brandon and drags his claws across Brandon's face. I look away, unable to look at the bloody, deep gashes. "You're banished from my packs land. If I see you again, I will kill you." Jason says to Brandon before walking away. He comes to me and takes my hand. The crowd of people quickly move, letting Jason through as he leads us away.

Jackson bellowed as Jason stares at the grass, trying to hide his rage. "I am sorry, but I have yet to decided on that part of your futures," she whispers lowly Jason's mind begins to piece together the nightmare of a life they are being given. His rage consumes him before he glares up into the Goddess's eyes. "So we are being punished for their past. We get no mate, and we will have to watch our loved ones die... one by one.," Jason says with a snarl, and Jackson grabs his shoulder but grits his own teeth.

“Wait… you don’t think…” Suddenly, Odo, Idris, ReNew, and Destiny appeared, all pulled into the illusion. “This nightmare has a six-foot-tall lunatic with a machete!” Charlene cried out from somewhere in the distance. “He’s killing people at this very lake!” “If you die here, you can die in real life, right?” Odo asked, growing pale. “We’re not people,” Idris said. “We’re Fates.” “Do you really think that matters?” ReNew snapped. “He’s not going to ask if we’re human or Fate before he chops us up.”

Jason on the other hand was the only one that Lucas trusted implicitly with his dark secrets and his life even if he was a ruthless predator. Jason is the son of Prince Edmund and also a shape shifter and has been with Lucas since childhood. Right then, Jason turned his attention to Lucas and cocked his head in question as he felt his eyes on him, “What is it?” Lucas silently shook his head indicating it was nothing, before returning his bluish-purple stare to the lighted busy streets outside and letting his thoughts roam again. It had been centuries since he had savored daylight, but his world was now

Luna Ava from the Moonridge pack asked, and I gave a negative response. She was facing a situation similar to Emily's. She lived with her husband and his Fated mate. Her husband, James, declined to reject his fated partner because he understood it would diminish his wolf's strength. He compelled Ava to approve to it, and she had been living unhappily as a heavy drinker ever since. "You must show courage, Olivia. It won't improve. My bed turned cold three years ago. Now, they have offspring, and it's almost as if I'm invisible. Meetings are the only thing I'm ever useful for," she said, then took a large sip of her wine.

“I have given you the time you needed to grow up. I respected Cassie’s wishes but now the time has come for you to take your place as my Luna.” “And what if I don’t want it?” He scoffed. “You have no choice in the matter, Dawn. These marks that we share mean we are branded for each other. Regardless of what that little boy toy of yours has told you.” My eyes widened. “Boy toy? You mean Craig?” A low rumbling growl escaped his lips causing me to shrink back a bit. His eyes glowed, causing me to take a few steps back. Jason shook his head before closing his eyes and taking a few calming breaths. When he opened his eyes again, they were back to normal and he seemed to have regained some control