Gotham Knights Jason Novels & Stories

I warned. “No, no, I’m not,” the rogue stammered. “Look, it’s not too far now.” We reached a small mountain. There were two guards who watched as we approached. The rogue stopped and said, “See, it’s right here. I…” I didn’t let him finish and drove my elbow into the back of his skull, cracking his skull. The rogue fell and convulsed on the ground. I stepped over him and approached. The guards tensed but I spoke before they did, “I am Jason, son of Elder Michael of Shadowclaw.”

"Then tell me what's wrong. There's something eating you up and if it is about Jason , let me know. Do you miss him. I know you felt protected when he was with you . Tell me what's wrong" "Met I was so excited to kill this so called billionaire until I got here. Met. Met.. He ...... Do you .... He is J....Ja....Jason. He's Jason. How can I kill Jason". Lucy said bitterly and Metly froze with shock. She knew it wasn't possible. Jason was Lucy hero so how can he maltreat women. "How come?".

he asked, smiling from ear to ear. “Have a seat, feel relaxed,” he added and so I did, sinking into the chair. “You look beautiful in this color,” Jason said, complementing my dress—my black dress. We spoke on how he got a hold of the rogues though he was keeping some details a secret, further assuring me he did it, starting the rogues' attack. To get back at Ryder and Brandon. “And I knew you wouldn’t want to see them suffer for so long and you would want to come make some arrangements with me. Here you are, right here with me—as mine,” he spoke gesturing to me with his hands.

“He burned too many bridges. Lost too much. But someone else… someone who wants to destroy you for sport? He’s still out there.” “Who?” Sophie leaned in. “You were too busy hating Daniel to see the bigger game. Jason—his mentor, the one behind the biotech deals, the one who financed Daniel’s rise—he didn’t disappear. He’s watching. Waiting. And he hates unfinished stories.” I stepped back, heart pounding. Jason Thorne. The name that had floated in the background for months. Always just out of reach. Now he had a face. And a motive. I didn’t tell Lucas right away.

he said, Anger swirled in jason, he had possibly killed his ancestors and boasted of it, ignoring the fact that he had no reason to get pissed off over some ancestors that he did not know, realizing that ever since he appeared in this land a power had been growing in him, subtly pushing him towards the act of avenging wrongs, but now was not the time to think of such, now he had a prince to beat to stupor. Jason charged thinking detok would be slow like the rest of the goons he had been laying waste to ever since he got his powers, a bad mistake. Detok turned swiftly blocking his blades with the pole, the blade twisted trying to hack jasons leg as he flipped over,

as he walked towards me with a twinkle in his eye. As I continued to run down the stairs, I couldn’t help but think about how quiet the house seemed without Bronx, Benji and Baylor here with us. Although I’m sure if they were here, I would never have anything to eat; they were like garbage disposals when it came to food, eating anything and everything. The interesting thing about them is while they are triplets, they are not identical. It is extremely rare in the werewolf community to have this, hence why I believe they were chosen to go to the Knights League. The Knights League is a group of specialized warriors hand-chosen to support and protect special wolves blessed by our Moon Goddess.

He picked the nearest person easily and slammed him into the glass table. "You are either Dr Martin or not. But since none of you will answer, we will find out slowly," Jason said, and descended his hammer into the man's shoulder and he let out a loud scream. One of the men, some bald man in a ridiculously expensive suit, finally seemed to find his senses as he lurched toward the door, to escape. But Jason was on him in a flash, grabbing him by the coiffed hair and slamming his head down onto the bar with a bone-crunching thud.

“Everything alright? Is she okay?” “No.” I ran a hand through my messy hair. “Someone named Jason grabbed Lila. Lila her cousin. But she said something quite interesting— Jason implied he is been behind the rogue attacks.” Kyle’s expression darkened. “Jason? They have got to be really careful.” I frowned, “you know him?” “Well he does a lot of ugly things though. Spent time on the southern border years ago. People said he was dealing in illegal wolfbane. Lots of folks transformation has been prevented. And he is known for hosting underground fights.”

"Jason's right, you can't go. Damien's terribly jealous, he doesn't want you anywhere near Gretchen." Eason shook his head. "My Queen, if something terrible happens to her, I would never forgive myself and I'm certain that your son wouldn't either." As he pulled away from her grasp and walked out the doors with Jason he said, "I'm a knight of the Darke kingdom. It is my duty to protect its people. I'll take whatever punishment his Highness sees fit." As Eason put on his leather riding gloves while they barreled to the stables, Jason looked over to him then studied his face. "Why are you doing this, really? You know you have no chance with her. She's Damien's woman now."

Music filled the air, and the scent of roasted meat wafted from the kitchens. I was just about to slip back into the shadows when a hand clamped around my wrist. “Well, well, look who it is.” My stomach dropped. It was Jason, one of our own warriors, notorious for his cruel tongue. He leaned close, his breath was thick with ale. “Didn’t think you’d still be standing after yesterday. Heard the rogue tore you up pretty bad.” I jerked my arm, but his grip tightened. “Let go.” He chuckled darkly. “Come on, don’t be like that. You always walk around like you’re better than the rest of us. Maybe if you loosened up—”