Jason Todd Scars Novels & Stories

I showed Jason the videos, and when he watched one of the videos, his narrowed as if he had noticed something. "What is it?" I asked with curiosity. "I think I know this tattoo, but I don't know from whom. Please take a screenshot and send it to me. I'll try to get someone to help me find the people with that tattoo. I might be able to have an idea of who the person is." I quickly did as he said and took the screenshot. I trusted Jason to find out who the tattoo belonged to because the guys who were beating Harper up covered their faces, and only one of them had a visible tattoo on their right arm that he used to smack Harper in the face.

At 6'1" with shaggy light brown hair and hazel eyes he always wore a smile. When he first joined our team he was thin, but over the years he had put on about 50 pounds of muscle. He was extremely strong, and was great in close combat. As much as he and Devon bickered, they were actually quite close. Todd's weapon of choice was dual sickles, which he wore in a holster similar to my own strapped to his back. He had been in demolition, and not just light demo but exploding buildings demo, so if we ever needed to make anything go BOOM he was our guy. He also had an amazing singing voice, and frequently after a successful mission would break out in song. His voice was deep and gravelly, and someh

A month afterwards, he was a Werewolf. I climbed on back of Tyler's bike. I didn't have my own bike and didn't want one. I couldn't transport a bike back to the house and would much rather zap myself back than ride back. We drove off with Jason taking up the rear. I remember back when Jason was a clean-cut college student with unruly dark hair and a quiet disposition. Now he had gained about twenty pounds of pure muscle and had a perpetual five o'clock shadow and an intense scowl that I didn't think he realized he wore. He also wore some pretty horrible scars beneath his clothing. At one time, I didn't think those scars could ever be healed. When someone is actually eating you alive, I know

Oh, poor Jason! He teasingly touches my hair and smells it like sick as one of his minions ties my hands. I noticed the scar on his face. Jason might be in more trouble. He is already in pain. I should not agitate these assholes!

Thats why they are not allowed to use this dangerous weapon all the time. I had once asked Jason to show me his abilities, but he had denied. After three days of silent treatment, he had finally given in, and that's when he showed me. I still have the scar on the tip of my middle three fingers of my left hand, when I tried to touch it. Just when I was about to touch it, only an inch separating me from the deadly fog, Jason had pulled back, but not before I had already scarred myself. I must say, it really stung a lot.

What is it that they had to tell Zayn and Jackson? And it didn't help that the man was covered in the most gruesome scars I've ever seen in my entire life. Underneath all the long sleeves he's been wearing in the house, he had scars. Painful-looking scars. I saw the biggest one on his back. It ran deep. Whatever he went through, it could have killed him. The tattoos weren't doing a great job of hiding them. His back was littered with scars, and they looked unreal. Like...whiplashes. Bite marks. The bite marks puzzle me. What could have bitten him like that? Sandra did mention that they went camping. Perhaps it was an animal attack. Not only did that animal bite him, it also clawed him. There

“You killed my family. But leaving me for dead would have been too easy, apparently, so you just had to make my torture so much more drawn-out. Being an orphan, being alone in the world, wasn’t bad enough, so you brought me here, where the maids and the soldiers nearly killed me all over again!” Jason breathes heavily as he looks between me and Spencer. “My body is covered in scars that never existed before either of you entered my life. You’re poisons. You’re the worst sorts of evil. You destroy everything you touch, and the world would be better off if you’d just swallowed that poison and died in the excruciating haze of pain that you deserve to feel in your final moments.”

"What’s the matter? You’re taking pity on me?" Jane stared at the sunken cheeks of the person on the bed. She stared for a very long time before she was finally able to vaguely make out the charming and elegant facial features he used to have. If this was done at once glance, it would be almost impossible for her to identify Jason for what he used to look like. She reached out her fingers and fastened them on Jason's patient gown gently. "What are you doing?" The latter pursed his pale lips, looking wary. The woman dropped Jason’s hand that was clasped onto the back of her hand. Slowly and gently, she was no doubt unbuttoning Jason's shirt. His collar slipped down, revealing the faint scars

I take a deep breath and look at Jason retreating from me slowly. "Good morning Alpha Jason , "Scarlett greats Jason in a song songs voice. Jason only grunts in response and leaves the kitchen with the plastic cup still in his hand . I'm happy that nothing else happens because the situation is already awkward . "Well that was awkward , " Scarlet speaks softy as Jason walks out. "Yeah , "I respond looking at the broken pieces on the floor as I try to figure out how should I clean this mess I made. I bend down to pick up the pieces when one of the sharp pierces my skin . I flinch immediately and suck my thumb to avoid further bleeding.

Vivian tries to get the phone, when I give her a warning look. "I am sorry...Sir...-" "Did I ask for your sorry? Tell me your name dammit!" "Jason.... Jason Moore...Sir.." "Mr Jason Moore. You will be served your rustication letter today. Collect it from your director." "No...Sir please..I didn't knew.....-" Hanging the call, I throw the phone on the counter. Focussing my eyes back on her widened ones. "Why would you do that Ethan! It was my mistake...I couldn't reach there. They were waiting...."