Jason Voorhees Stories Novels & Stories

They weren’t here to be entertained. “It’s not true,” I told them, the minute I closed the door behind them. “None of what was in those documents was true.” “Was Jason ever in a coma?” Josie asked, her voice small. “Yes, for a little while, I think. But he did wake up shortly after. He played that up for a while. I’m sorry, Josie. I know he didn’t like keeping the secret from you.” “He told you, though?” Josie asked.

It was Jones Hardy again but this time he was with two of his crew members, Tom and Brandon. "How many times do I need to warn you? Stop intruding my space, Lefty!" Jones said with a frown. "But we came here first". Matthew said in defense. Jones shoved him to the side. He almost fell and bumped into Zion. "Shut your trap, you little brat!" Jones ordered and faced a now very frightened Jason. Chris who was standing behind Jason shifted to the side immediately. Jones held Jason tightly by the collar of his shirt and shoved him to the ground.

“He’s a legend.” The table nodded like this was obvious. I folded my arms slowly. “A legend.” Jason looked deeply unimpressed with the entire conversation. One of the younger officers leaned forward. “He completed missions people said were impossible.” Another added, “He extracted teams no one could reach.” A third shook his head. “There are stories about him in training.” I stared at Jason. “You have training stories?” Scott lifted his glass. “They study him.” Jason muttered something under his breath that sounded like regret.

Almost. It was nearly an hour of conversation as Giveon narrated his whole ordeal to them. Starting from the nightclub where he first saw Jason. To the night where he rescued Ciara from Sergio's vicious claws. "Damn that Sergio Carianno. He's always been a bastard." Fred snorted indignantly. "And so is Jason," Jay added with a puff. "I think he's even the bigger bastard. I can't believe this is how he ended. It makes me sad and irked at the same time."

It's all a big coincidence. I take a seat on the couch, to stop myself from pacing back and forth. I think about what Jason said. He's going to kill Monty. He said it like it was nothing. Is Jason a psycho killer too? He said things were different for them and that there are no cops to go to. So do they just kill each other? Jason's a werewolf and I've been here for weeks with him. I'm sure if he wanted to kill me he could've by now. He told me that he would never hurt me and for some reason, I believe him.

A loss that would soon be recovered', he said looking at Jason pointedly and Jason nodded and made a sad attempt at a smile. 'That reminds me, Phoebe, I just didn't want to say anything in her presence. If you ever play this trick again, you will have me to answer to'. 'What trick was that?' she asked feigning ignorance. 'Don't ask her any unnecessary questions. Limit your discussions to the here and now and not bring about the past into all these. Because I have a mind to investigate and find out the person who helped Richmond in the first place. That I have kept calm does not mean I do not have my suspicions. Let everyone be warned', Jason said threateningly. Then in a softer voice, 'She h

Elsewhere, a storm brewed. Jason sat in the back of an unmarked car, phone in hand. He watched the news footage for the hundredth time. Cassandra’s final stand. Ethan’s declaration. The headlines naming Whitlock as Ethan’s father. And in every frame, Jason saw his own irrelevance deepen. He’d lost her. He’d lost his best friend. And he’d lost the illusion that he was ever the hero of this story. The driver looked at him through the rearview. “She said she wants to meet.”

"You can share that with me when you're ready. For now, let's continue with your story. You were telling me about Jason and what happened after you left the orphanage.” "Well...my friend Jason, he's dead," Jake continued. “After we ran together from the orphanage, we struggled to survive on the streets. One day, we were desperate for food, and we made a desperate decision. We snuck into the market, our stomachs growling with hunger, and stole a loaf of bread from a stall. Jason was already weak and earlier sick that day, and I had told him to stay behind, that I would go search for food alone. But he wouldn't listen."

The academy would not forget this day. Inside the walls and across the quad, whispers would coil into proper sentences and then into headlines and then into the questions people asked about power and protection and the price of both. Jason’s threats would mean less now that his face had a record: the story of men who tried to make others break and were broken instead.

he asked, "The ex, I mean?" Jason kept the satisfied smile from his face, glad the man had caught on so quickly as he played into the story he had overheard Ash telling him. "She told you?" he asked, feigning restrained surprise as Benny gave a short nod, looking sympathetic, "It was pretty bad," Jason continued, "fractures, concussions, plenty of bruising," he sighed as the owner huffed out his mustache, shaking his head.