Jason Halloween Character Novels & Stories

"How dare you!" Jaycob growled again and in a split second, he was right Infront of us yanking Jason's hand off my arm. He picked him up like he weighed nothing and tossed him across the car pack. A gasp left my mouth when I saw Jason's back hit against one of the three cars that were packed there. His minion ran to his side but Jason got up and with rage written all over his features, he let out a loud roar and the next thing I knew, bones were breaking and he shifted, turning into his large brown wolf that was way taller than me.

Immediately, Jason appears in her room and she shrieks. "How the fuck did you just do that? Y'all can vanish too? I mean, I get the fact that you make use of magic and stuff but do you have to go this far?" she asks him. He starts laughing and his voice is not what she's used to, it sounds weird. "Good morning baby girl, I trust you slept well," he greets. "Why do you sound like that?" "Cause I'm not real." "Huhn?" "I'm not in your room physically, it's just an hologram."

I could hold on! Jason crouched beside me and grabbed my face with his gloved hand that was plastered in Arte's blood and even bits of skin. I trembled. "Think she'll tell us the password if we cut your little fox ears off?" He asked rhetorically. His fingers traced the top of my head where my fox ears would usually be. However, as did most supernaturals, we could hide our features. I whimpered, recoiling. I said I could hold on, but could I? Really?

she slowly said, and then someone stepped forward. Though I’d never seen Jason in person, I recognized him instantly. I’d gone through every single picture on his social media accounts—looking for what, I didn’t know. “Hi, Mr. Marx,” he said. “I’m Jason.” I felt my jaw tighten. Jason blinked and shoved the hand that wasn’t restrained by a cast into his hoodie pocket. “I know who you are,” I said in a clipped tone. His eyes nervously shifted toward Karen, who smiled in a strained way. “I suppose I’ll get back to it,” she announced before turning and speeding away.

She didn’t want Jason to spend any time with that bitch; What if he got bewitched again? Jason wanted to go to the bedroom and explore. He had an even wicked idea. He wanted to know how Jack would react if he saw him in their bed. He took a step but didn’t even leave the kitchen when two beasts raced up and into the room and stood blocking his path baring their teeth. Even though they were little, they looked ferocious to a coward like Jason. “Ha… ha… ha…” Jason laughed boisterously as he acted his part. All he needed to do was get the people outside to misunderstand.

For one dizzying second, she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. Marcus Hale stood framed in the doorway, tall, dark, like a weird robotic version of the real thing - Jason. It wasn’t that she hadn’t seen him before. She had. It wasn't too long ago when Jason's brother had shown up in her room after midnight, strolling in to ask strange interrogating questions. Jason had sworn it wouldn’t happen again. He'd promised her that his twin would stay out of their lives.

He likes to dance, and he's not straight. Jason Nero: Brushed up quiff hair style/golden brown hair and green eyes. Jason is the oldest Nero family member. He has the true power in the vampire society. He is originally descended from vampire hunters. His family became vampires when added to the council of pureblood royals to radiate more power. He gave the orders to kill the Rosario family's king and queen- this forced Lyle onto the throne earlier than expected. Everything in the vampire society doesn't happen without him knowing about it. Jason might appear to have a bad sense of humor and jabs words towards the Rosario family while visiting but he actually deep down doesn't want to see any

JUDY’S POV “Jason?” Both Chris and I exclaimed in shock, our voices overlapping with disbelief. We both stood frozen, staring at the figure standing in front of us, a familiar face. Jason, who had once been a part of our lives, now stood in the doorway of the abandoned factory, a malicious grin stretching across his face. He looked exactly the same as I remembered, his cold eyes piercing through me with an unsettling calmness. But it wasn’t just the surprise of seeing him that made my heart race—it was the sudden, sharp twist in my stomach as he stepped forward, pulling something out of his jacket pocket.

"Oh please, it was a disaster waiting to happen from the beginning." "By the way, what did he say?" Tori asked. "I didn't give him a chance to say anything. I walked away." I replied. "Besides, he should be glad. Now he's free to bang everything that moves. I won't be the one to stand in his way." "That's good for him." Tori took a bite of her slice of pizza. "So, Jason Forrester is keeping a Halloween party at his house next week for Halloween. You going?"

“The one you are very well known off, Jason.” Taken back with those words as something and someone is being hit into a remark into his world and very identity. Jason smiles in another sinister way, yet creepy than before as it rings a threat and dark wanting thoughts he could not hide. “Tsk!” he smirks dropping the thoughts, but for a while as he realizes that he cannot get what he wanted towards the seemingly perfect human. Yet, too perfect to be a doll. “He is probably playing his flute right now and his favorite hiding spot.”