Jason Voorhees Tattoo Drawing Novels & Stories

Jason Jason stood in the communal shower, water cascading over his tan, muscular frame. His body was a vision of strength and athleticism, tall and broad-shouldered, with every muscle clearly defined from hours in the gym. His short, dark hair clung to his head, droplets trailing down his neck and across his toned chest, highlighting the veins along his arms. The light glistened off his smooth, wet skin, making his already imposing physique even more striking.

"You can say that to Carson." Carson, I didn't know he was that much of a psychopath if it was Nelson I wouldn't be that surprise but him, the guy who is unbothered and fucking rude. "Other than piercings, do you have tattoos?" I asked and he nodded showing off his back. I know that he has one on his left arm, the drawing is a racing car with his name on it and flames around the car, on his abdomen, there is a drawing of angels wing with a rose on the middle. And finally, on the back, there is a large phoenix with a cursive name on the top.

Anila’s POV “It’s you…” I whispered, taking a step back, my heart hammering in my chest. “Like I said, I’m not here to hurt you.” Jaxon emerged from the tree line, and he was walking towards me. I held my breath as I watched him approach me, his hands raised to show that he wasn’t carrying anything. He was completely shirtless, and my mouth dropped at the sight of his body. He had tattoos across his chest and along his shoulders that looked as if they went down his back as well. I knew right away that the tattoos were of dragons, or maybe one really big dragon with little dragons inside of it.

“You're not gonna take a shot at any?“ Darius asked, gesturing at the workout tools. “Nah, I'll pass.“ In just yoga pants and a sleeveless shirt, I wasn't doing any of the workouts. Wasn't in the mood. A thousand thoughts were running through my mind and they had my spirit low. Watching them was refreshing enough. But I had no urge to get into the action. The approaching light steps attracted our gaze and mine widened at the sight of Jason. He was dressed in tight shorts. With no shirts on, his tattoos were the only thing clothing on the upper side of his body. He had his shoes on and was taking sips from his bottle of water and holding a towel in the other hand. He was yet to look our way.

I began to transform, making sure that he could hear my bones crack as they took different shapes. I knew my action was careless and risky. Someone like Jason shouldn't witness this. But, I would make sure that this experience was tattooed at the back of his mind. It would be something that drives him insane each time he remembers it. Howling, I bared my fang so Jason could see them. He began to whimper, taking shaky steps back. He was pale, his eyes going wide. "I could eat you for dinner. Crush every bone in your fragile body. Drain you of blood and most of all, make sure I enjoy those eyeballs of yours, Jason," I threatened.

He exclaims which makes me then look down at my forearm to read my own tattoo which spelt 'family'. The tattoo was something that all of our members had to prove that they were in our gang and that we were a family. Jake had it on his bicep, Jason had it on his shoulder blade, Zack had it on his rib and Nick had it on his collar bone. Dominic got it recently on the back of her ear. Somewhere hard to find but still in her style. It suited her, and it wouldn't risk her identity being found out.

However, both men were covered in tattoos and muscles. Alpha Jace was a natural bleach blonde with freckles. He had such a baby face that he put a snake tattoo across his chest, around his neck and on his cheek. With working out for ten hours a day, he transformed his adolescence appearance to a bodybuilder in months. Jacob and I always wondered if he used any enhancers because of this.

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.

“No payment is necessary son. Just take care of yourself and your dad. I look forward to hearing from you when he is better, and I look forward to the Alpha ceremony invitation when the time comes.” “Yes, sir Alpha Jaxson. Thank you again. Give us a call if you ever need anything.” “I’ll keep that in mind. Take of yourself kid.” Jared gives Jaxson and the others a nod of his head and he sits back down to visit with his dad a bit longer before he needs to make his way to the packhouse to fix the mess that his mother and Caleb made of everything. Jaxson and Dillion and Daniel make their way back to their vehicles and plan to make their way home to their mates, which is one thing the guys have

“What’s this tattoo for?” Jase shakes his head as if to clear his thoughts. “Originally, it was a punishment when I was sixteen as a reminder that I was fifth in the crew. Now it signifies my team, the five men of Chaos. I think I might have Lachlan alter it to make it a six so that you’re included in that number,” Jase says thoughtfully. “You can’t add to it with every new member of the family, silly man,” I say merrily. He grabs my hand from his face and kisses my knuckles. “Sure I can. I have my personal tattoo artist, after all.” He smirks, looking over my shoulder at me.