Fate Jason Novels & Stories

So he could make out her feeble figure lying on the bed with her curly hair sprayed all over the pillow in deep sleep. He watched for a while and wondered how she could sleep so peacefully even in her present situation. Even knowing she wasn't ever going to walk again. While he the healthier one was finding it difficult to sleep without drinking to stupor. Karma was a real bitch. He watched for a while longer then refrained quickly once he realized himself. He almost looked like a creep staring at people while they were asleep and harmless. "Once she wakes she won't be the same peaceful and innocent girl lying on that bed, rather it would be bitter and vengeful eyes he'd see," Jason thought

he finally said. My heart thudded. "Where?" "He's moving south. With the Flame's elite." "To what end?" Jason's voice was cold. "To assassinate Mara before she testifies." My hands tightened on my blade. "This is war now," he said. "No," I whispered. "This is justice." And as I stepped into the moonlight, Mitchell on one side, Jason on the other... I knew what I had to do. We moved before the sun rose. No war drums. No banners. No warning.

Jason is truly a gentleman because he is not looking at my exposed thigh rather he is more focused on my injury sometimes I think that's why moon goddess hasn't paired me with Jason instead she paired me with cruel ralph "It's okay caroline, sometimes we have to go through the pain," Jason said to me and I looked at him with tear-filled eyes "I have been going through pain since childhood and I have no idea when all the pain will vanish from my life, first my parents died and then my only brother Nicholas went missing and now I have a mate who hates me," I said to him and unintentionally tears slipped from my eyes

she said with a firm tone. “Jason thinks me dead,” I insisted. “So he wants you to believe,” she replied. “He has not the gift of sight, as you do, but he employs someone who does. He is fully aware of the ruse that your parents and Lance played. He knows that your death was faked and that a man who was not Lance brought you into the future. The wicked boy visited you a few nights ago and syphoned the little bit of magic that you have managed to replenish in your shine. He shall return soon enough to do it again. He does not desire for you to find a way to get back with Lance. Keeping your shine empty of magic will assure that you will not.”

He checked his device to see if he had some signal by now and call his friends, but he still had nothing. The thing that gave Jason the most purpose right now was Kairos. Dear, old Kairos's Wolfe, the man who had claimed he had taken him in out of sheer pity so that he wouldn't grow up with no one, when in reality, he was the villain. He was the very reason Jason didn't have blood relatives. And so, right now, the thought of finally getting his revenge was what gave Jason the determination right now. The shipping lanes weren't that far off. Something would come eventually. Probably.

the figure said, his voice a distorted version of the one I had loved for seven years. ​It was Jason. But he wasn't the boy from the diner anymore. He was something much, much worse. He held a silver dagger in his hand, the blade etched with runes that made the air scream. ​“Did you miss me?” Jason asked, a cruel smile stretching across his face. “Because the Master is tired of waiting. It’s time to finish the ritual.”

I wondered if Jay and Hugo were rogues as well. "Jason and Hugo are human," he said, responding to the unspoken question that lingered in my mind. "Well, Jay isn't entirely human. He's something more, something that sends a shiver through our kind, though he’s blissfully unaware of it. He knows I’m a rogue, yet it doesn’t seem to concern him. Jason isn’t my son; he's my brother's boy, who I took in after Alpha Hawthorne mercilessly ended his father's life," he continued, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. "Isn't it ironic? He’s mated to the daughter of the man who killed his father. No wonder he tries so hard to keep his distance from her. But that little vixen doesn't take 'no' for an answer

He hung up the phone, going off to finish up his task. “Damned munchkin is gonna make me cry.” I sighed, twirling in the chair once before deciding to go to my quarters for the evening. Jason wanted to become the next head of security when I stepped down in the future, so he took on more missions than his brother for me. He had been out clearing out a rebel band of Rogue’s for me; the bastards having been attacking humans and refusing to register to the census.

*** OLAMIDE "He killed everybody." Jason said, getting emotional. His eyes was pearly and I was certain he was about to cry. I did not know what to feel about it. The feelings that passed through me assured me his pain was real. It felt strange that all I wanted to do was wrap my hands around him and tell him everything would be alright. Jason's mood seemed to lighten when he cast a gaze at Axel and I. I felt my stomach flutter when he sent a weak smile my way. Disgusting. Absolutely repulsing. Why in the world was he happy to see me alive? The last time I checked, he hoped Alpha Sofiane ended my life. I forgot too soon that nothing that crossed my mind could escape Jason. His smile turned t

Jason took in Zayne’s somewhat harried figure and recalled how they used to fool around with each other like that when they were children. Time had passed in a blink of an eye, and many things had changed since then. However, Jason then shook his head since it was futile for him to recall the past. After all, Zayne was currently in a precarious situation. Nonetheless, Jason felt that there was nothing that he wouldn’t forgive Zayne for, and he just hoped that they would be able to weather through this period safely. No matter what, the fate of a killer was to be killed. Jason had long since prepared himself to die at an early age, but ever since Zayne abruptly dragged him back to their homel