Jason Halloween Character Novels & Stories

"Prepare for what?" She mumbled through her lips, still clutching her hands to her chest. Jason was a little...well alot shorter than every other werewolf around. He was even an inch shorter than Sarah and she was barely 5'4. The wind sent strands of his low, frazzled black hair in all directions and his black eyes were small and naturally slitted. Despite how mischievous his appearance looked, he still gave off an amicable vibe. He was probably even the only one at the party who wasn't practically cursing her six feet under with their eyes.

“Do we know anything else of the witches?” “It seems like she was the last of her kind,” Beta Wilson replies, before clearing his throat awkwardly and looking over at Jason. “Or–I mean–” “I’m half werewolf, too,” Jason says, stabbing his fork into a roasted carrot. He pops it into his mouth, then makes a face. The boy isn’t overly fond of vegetables, I know. “And that’s the half I choose to align myself with. Not whoever my mother is, or whatever she did. I’m one of you.”

“Why do you say that?“ Hara glanced at him with a confused stare, and then her gaze was back on the paper. “I just found out Jason is part of the Carianno family under the name, GHOST, and he abducted Ciara,“ “What?“ She blurted out. “Why?“ “I'm yet to know why, but the thing is, those two never got along. Now, Jason is a vicious man with no memories, and Ciara is a pain in the ass with a rude way of talking. It's gonna be a disaster between them, “The thought of it makes me shudder. What if he kills her?“ Hara asked. “Nah, the fact that he took her with him shows he wants her alive. If he didn't, he would have just killed her on the spot,“ Hara nodded. A retch formed in her throat at the th

“Cute kid.” Jason glanced over at the person speaking to now becoming defensive as it was only him and the man standing there. The aquarium wasn’t packed due to it being a Thursday morning. Jason held his son close to him, protectively, as he stared at the dead eyes of Chris Sanders. He would know him anywhere just like Julissa said. His eyes held nothing inside and he looked rugged with a tattoo up his neck flowing down his arm. He was a rougher-looking Dan. “How did you find me?” Jason asked, angrily.

My mum said to me and I smiled. "See you later!" I yelled and ran out of the house to avoid any questions. I ran over to the house across mine which belongs to the Shaws. On getting there, I pressed the doorbell and waited patiently for about five minutes before the door was pulled open to reveal a pissed looking Hailey. "Hey babes" She said tiredly. "What happened to you?" I asked as I inspected her. "It's this....." "Liv!" I heard the little voice squeal excitedly from behind Hailey. I faced the direction from which the voice was heard and saw little Jason standing few meters away from us with paint all over his body.

a voice came from the front. Jason chuckled, but I could feel my chest tighten. It would always happen whenever someone would say those words around me, and it was the same yesterday. Witch, Sorcerer, Soothsayer… I wasn’t embarrassed about what I was anymore, but that didn’t take away the fear of feeling like I could get exposed any second. Professor Jill nodded. “Yes, he is indeed, and not just any sorcerer.” She gestured toward him proudly. “Jason is a child of blood, belonging to the rare and ancient clan of Bloodstone Haven.” She eyed him. “Did I get that right?”

“He did a lot of things. A lot of terrible things. And I let it happen for far too long because I was scared. Because I thought I had no choice.” There’s a short, heavy silence. “Well, I guess that makes my visit here a little easier,” she continues. “I came because I wanted to—” “Mom?” I raise my head. Jason is standing at my door, hands in his pockets, looking rough from last night. It’s evident in his tired eyes and tense jaw. Most annoyingly, the ghost of whiskey still lingers around him. “Ian,” Helena says, turning to look at him, surprise and worry crossing her face.

I grit my teeth, balling my hands into tight fists at my sides to stop my body from reacting to him. Like some kind of magical being showing himself, Jason appears at the opening of the woods. Two men beside him. Even in the darkness, I could see his face and God, he wasn’t the eighteen year old kid I left. I’m looking at a man. All man. Strong jaws and full bearded face. He didn’t even have a mustache the last time I saw him. I watched as realization dawned on him. His blank expression falls, a shocked look making his eyes widen. He looks like he has seen a ghost. “Jenna?”

He was so focused that he barely blinked. '' You really love this thing, don't you?" I muttered, giving a smile to lighten the mood. He gave a crooked smile without taking his eyes off the screen. '' There's nothing like a classic. Jason is unbeatable.'' '' Jason is from Friday the 13th.'' I retorted, laughing. ''Michael Myers is from Halloween.'' He looked at me sideways and laughed. '' See? You know it too.''

“That dude, Skylar is a piece of shit that gets scared easily, dude, for real, cries at everything “. “And how would you know that ?”. “Well he kind of lives in my neighborhood “. Jason replied me. “And you see, around Halloween, last year, dude was stepping around my property and got scared of the skulls in front of my house “. “I was there “. Harper said with an amused grin on his face. “We tried to convince him that it was just decorations but he didn’t believe “. “He didn’t believe because you jacked him up with a skeleton first”. Jason retorted.