Jason Halloween Character Novels & Stories

Multiple hands of the dead people reach out from under the earth trying to crawl out and Jessica stands with her arms wide apart laughing hysterically ................... ✍🏽 I wake up the following day, the day of Halloween. The house is lit up with pumpkin lights, some new red candles at the window waiting to burn, fake cobwebs on the door, rubber spiders on the toilet seat and blood paints on the door We played a recording of people screaming and people screaming while getting butchered and sounds of chainsaw ripping through the flesh of unfortunate souls—lovely tunes I meet Haley at the Kitchen, she just got the Halloween cookies out of the oven. She baked spider shaped cookies and she i

"You look amazing. Just enjoy the night." I tried to return his smile. "I'll try." Before I could say anything more, Jason came barreling toward us with Lily in tow. His shirt was shiny silver and he wore tinted blue glasses like he was some kind of Y2K pop star. "There's my favorite pumpkin!" Jason grinned while pulling me into a side hug. "You look like a Bratz doll, pumpkin. In the best way." I laughed while shaking my head. "Jason, you're literally glowing. That shirt is blinding."

“A doorway. Nothing more.” My breath catches. Because for the first time, I see it. This isn’t Brad. Not anymore. This is something else. Something wearing him. Something using him. Something that tricked me. My voice comes out small. “What… what are you?” He steps close enough that the shadows brush my skin like cold fingers. “I am the Hallow,” he whispers. “And you, Jason, are a pawn who mistook himself for a king.” My blood runs cold. He knows. He knows I thought killing Brad would make me powerful. He knows I believed the lies. He knows I was used. And he enjoys it.

I answered as we got the bottom of the stairs. As I stepped of the last step the front door which was right opposite us swung open. Our attention turned to the tall, brown haired hottie also known as Jason McCann, who walked through the doorway of the front door. His eyes were hidden by his black sunglasses, he wore a black sweatshirt and a pair of black jeans. He basically lived in black but it looked unbelievably hot on him especially now as he always rolled his sleeves up displaying his masses of tattoos which only added to the extremely sexy bad boy look that everyone died over. Even Zak, who in fact hated Jason more then any of us, even more then Sally I think.

Watching the way his shoulders slump, his fingers move in slow circles, the way his friend whispers something in his ear, the way his glass keeps emptying and refilling. Eventually, Jason stretches, yawning dramatically. “Alright, Cinderella, time to get you home before you turn into a pumpkin.” I groan but slide out of the booth, fishing for my jacket. “Fine.” Jason grins as we head for the door. “You’re totally thinking about him.” “Nah, I’m thinking about my bed.” “Mhm.” he mumbles I shove him lightly, but my eyes betray me one last time. They flick back across the bar to the man with the hollow eyes.

Jason was my Beta, and he would go down in history as the sleaziest of all the Betas Red Cross pack has ever known. "Keep your dïck in your pants, Casanova. No sheets-rumbling for you tonight or any other night we're gonna be spending here, "I stated in disgust at the costume the bimbo and every other person in the party had on. It sure wasn't Halloween, but they were pretty much dressed like it. It was awful, goddammit! "C'mon man, she's not that bad. Just look beyond her crazy costume and you're gonna be dripping wet for her,"

Mar said, almost freaked out and fed up with her firstborn son. “You are not alive, you are dead,” Tador repeated. “Hm --- Okay so what are you going to do with the knife, Tador? Murder your family, because you are sure they are already dead?” Said Jason, with a smiley face. Tador’s eyes opened wide momentarily. He had immediately recognized who had just spoken. He looked like his son but it wasn’t… “Angel of death…?” The angel of death had turned himself to look like Tador’s little brother Jason...

Call me weird, but I do like meaningful names. "What happened? Can you tell me who you were running from?" I squatted in front of him. He was still sitting on the bed. "Bad guys ran after us," Jason said. He paused and stared at me briefly. "They wanted something mummy couldn't give to them. So, they plan on killing both of us." I nodded, listening intently. I didn't think Jason was finished with what he was saying, even though he stopped after a few sentences. I didn't blame him for that. He was a kid, after all, and for a child his age, he sure did speak well.

I requested, and they did so without hesitation, eager to see what I was up to. I took out a Santa Claus outfit and quickly put it on. I was about to put on the mask and cap when the door was abruptly opened, causing Zora and Daisy to turn without my permission as they were curious to know who it was. Words cannot explain how bitter I felt upon seeing that jerk called Jason walk in, holding a small banquet of gifts in his hand. That fool had come to ruin our happiness. "Really?" Jason exclaimed, his jaw dropping for a few seconds. "So this is what has been going on for a while now, Zora?" He asked, disappointment laced his blue orbs.

One of them toppled off of the truck and rolled to where Jake was standing. He took a moment to look at it with its carved out eyes and mouth designed to give a demonic appearance but this looked as if it was grinning at him, mocking him. You fucking idiot! Why do you hate Halloween! Don't worry, the pumpkin didn't speak but it might as well have as Jake looked at it from a different angle and thought it could actually be in a world of pain. One that humans had no idea about. How I miss the days when all you had to worry about was going down some hungry human's throat and now I'm being cut up like a freak!