Jason Todd Scars Novels & Stories

At least Jason will be out of my sight, my land, and her life. This time his life wasn’t sniffed out of him, but a scar was left behind. Right on this jaw where that hostile smirk of his sat. I was not bad to her for her actions, rather, I was proud — as he won't forget that the scar that sits right on his face was from his rejected mate. Jason’s POV

I know I wouldn't live to see tomorrow if I tried. Jason tears Gordon's torso open and empties it for the cowering crowd. Then his tilts his head towards the sky and roars. He steps back away from the mutilated flesh that was once Gordon. He looks as if he just got done taking a blood bath. No part of Jason is free of blood. His hair is dripping with it. His body slowly shifts back to his normal size. And his eyes scan the pack. JASON POV

Henry snapped, "Who on earth did you offend, you punk? Your scandals are all over the Internet! I can't even believe what I'm seeing! Did I seriously raise a scumbag like you? Gosh, you embarrass me!" "Scandals?" Jason frowned, asking, "What did I do to embarrass you, Dad? Also, there's no way anyone would dare expose my shit." "I don't know who did it, you idiot, but just look at them! I'm done!" Jason quickly ended the call, then glanced at the trending news. Before he even clicked to open the headlines, a new message popped up. "Enjoy your little army of trolls while it lasts. Took a page out of your book and returned the favor."

"W-What the hell happened to you?" Jason was extremely stunned. He reached his hand out to me, but immediately retracted his hand back just when he was about to touch me, as if he had gotten an electric shock. My entire body was covered in hideous scars, not to forget the extra wrinkly skin due to the loss of weight. Even my breasts, which were my pride in the past, were as droopy as an old hag's. "Jason, this is the price of loving you."

Richard asked turning to Ann when she gave no response. “ Ann?... Maryann! Please wake up, you have to wake up” Richard panicked she wasn't moving. “ Your grace She is...” the doctor started. “ Goddamit Ann... You have to see our son” Richard said shaking her profusely. “ Shh... Go away...” Ann whispered too tired to make even a sentence. “ Your grace could you please tell me how many fingers I'm holding up?” the doctor asked lifting three finders. “ three” she replied smacking his hands away.

Jackson nods. "So come on, I know Anaya knows Marcus, what else happened? The way you spoke yesterday made it sound like the hand wasn't the only time." Marcus looks at him, his head shaking. "Come on Marcus, it is me. Don't fucking hide shit and worry what I will think." Marcus nods, pulling his top off, the easiest way to even start this is to point at the scar and say. He points to his shoulder, Jackson looking at it confused seeing the scar.

Christian asked. "The scar. Jared has a scar on his left thigh. He told me it was from a skiing accident." Christian and Sandra looked at each other. "Jane," Christian said gently, "I think Jared was the man who broke into your apartment."

Jason said hugging them while leading them to the door. Yolanda instantly grabbed Valerie’s hand to comfort her, still having scars from the past that wouldn’t heal. Valerie held her side in remembrance of the scar from the bullet wound she endured a year ago from Frank because of Yolanda’s affair with Dan. Valerie grew a hate for the man that Jason didn’t know was possible. She then grabbed her coat “Well, I hope he is alright. Death would be far too easy for the devil.” She said walking out first, leaving everyone else.

She must be upset that Natasha is all over me. Jason walks over to me. Jason is my childhood buddy who hangs with me and Jack often. He hasn’t found his mate yet either. Jason looks dapper in his white t-shirt, maroon jacket, and black pants. His golden blond hair is slicked back neatly and he is wearing rings on almost all his fingers. He is a big fan of piercings, jewelry, and tattoos. Even though his clothes are hiding most of his tattoos, his neck is fully covered with tattoos giving him a sexy look. I wonder why he wears rings on all his fingers. The piercings and jewelry are such an inconvenience when one tries to shift into a wolf. I guess he doesn’t care about spending some more time

What kind of world was this, where stabbing and killing were the only solutions to disagreements? “It may bother you to hear this, but your brother sounds like scum.” Jason didn’t react. He brushed me off lightly and finished drying my hair. However, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d stirred up something painful for him. Wanting to lighten the mood, I pointed to a spot on my arm near my shoulder. “I have a scar too,” I said, hoping to distract him. “I got it when I was a kid. Fell in the garden on a pointy rock. It’s not as serious as yours, but it hurt for a long time. I always hide it under clothes or makeup.”