Gotham Knights Jason Novels & Stories

JASMIN Oh God. Jason Knight was the most intense man I had ever met—and that’s saying a lot, considering the creeps I’ve had to dodge most of my life. But him? He was something else entirely. The moment our eyes locked, something inside me shifted. Those hazel eyes—smoldering, sharp, hungry—seemed to see right through me, peeling away the layers I’d fought so hard to protect.

He entered Mortimer's cell. Mortimer looked up, expecting the see the King or Prince Clyde as usual. "Mortimer" Jason called "Who are you?" Mortimer asked "I'm Jason, I'm a druid, from Axifon" Mortimer's eyes lit up in surprise. He had heard of him. "Sire" He called Jason bent down "You'll soon be saved, I promise, I wish I could help but I can't tamper with what is supposed to happen" He said and stood up.

Even saying it didn’t feel solid, but it was all I had. Jason didn’t look convinced, but he pulled back just enough to study me properly. His expression stayed tense, like he was holding himself back from shaking me or pulling me closer again. Behind him, I could feel Nelson approaching before I even saw him. His presence hit the clearing like pressure in the air shifting. Strong. Controlled. But sharp underneath. “Did you find him?” Nelson asked suddenly, voice cutting through everything. Jason turned immediately, still half focused on me. “That blood sucker,” Jason said, jaw tight, “is their fucking king.”

Even Madison, who normally had something clever to say, just watched with curious eyes. “Jett…” Peyton began, her voice shaky. “I didn’t mean—” But Jett didn’t even look at her. Kael and Talon were already at my side, helping me up from the floor. Kael’s hands were warm and steady under my arm, while Talon’s touch was gentle but firm. “You okay?” Kael asked softly, brushing dust from my shoulder. I nodded, though my knees still felt weak. My heart thudded in my chest as I watched them stand in front of me. My knights.

"And you! You think I don't know you signed off on the silver-gold trade for the explosives? You brainless pup!" "I didn't know the scale of it! Don't pin this on me!" Jason yelled, spitting blood onto the floor. "You are a coward and a fool!" Roman roared, grabbing a heavy iron fire poker from the hearth. "I paid a fortune for your training in the Western packs, and you return to act as a shield for your mother's idiocy!" "Mom, help!" Jason screamed, scrambling backward on his hands and knees as Roman advanced. "He’s going to execute me!"

“Despite these elders being respectful to you and your pack mates, one of them is clearly lying. How could everyone go for a break exactly at the same time? I am sorry if it offends you, my suggestion is to thoroughly search their homes and bank lockers for evidence. As old people tend to keep their memorials, maybe your enemy’s identity is saved in those memories.” “Thank you so much for your guidance, uncle!” I bowed my head to show my gratitude, this was indeed a great idea. “I’ll order Gamma Jason to initiate the procedure.” Considering the public reaction, I carefully selected Jason for this task. He was an orphan, the only son of the warrior who was martyred for the Zellburry Pack. Jas

I yelled angrily, glaring at the mysterious blonde haired guy that looked suspiciously similar to Wren, except he was missing a good amount of muscles. The mystery guy had the nerve to burst into another fit of laughter at my words, pointing at me as he shook with laughter, my gaze darkened. "How do you want to die?" I asked the mystery guy seriously as he finally gained control of himself, he stared funnily at me, passing a glance to Wren before chuckling amusedly. "Hi, I'm Jason and I'm the pack doctor." He introduced warmly, flashing me a cheeky grin, I scoffed.

His eyes lit up, and he ran over. “Holy moly, Etan! You are wilder than I thought. This is so blatantly wild. Who did this? It couldn’t be Anne, right? Come on, bring her out so I can take a look.” Jason had dyed his hair grayish blue, and he was wearing a black motorcycle suit. His handsome face looked two-dimensional.

he muttered, shoving his hand into his slacks, though his pulse hadn’t steadied. He made his way to the bar in his office. He poured himself a glass of scotch, the reflection in the amber catching his smirk—one part satisfaction, one part something he refused to name. “Tonight is just the beginning, Anna de la Vegas.” He raised the glass to his lips, letting the scotch burn down his throat. Outside, the sun dipped lower, painting the city gold, and for the first time in a long while, Jason Knight felt the faint thrill of anticipation.

This man was one of Great Sky Group’s Three Aces, Jason Garcia. “For having the nerve to attempt murdering Sachin Taylor, you lot must be prepared to die,” he declared. The murderous aura was clear in Jason’s expression. With a slight swing of his sword, he whipped out a chain of sword skills, defeating an assassin in the blink of an eye.