Novelas y relatos de Jason Vorhees

Who dared? Victor unsheathed a dagger, its blade catching the chandelier’s light, as his companion mirrored him, their faces taut with alarm. From the shadows, two figures emerged. Jason, lean and lethal, strode forward, two more knives gleaming in his hands, his eyes burning with focus. Behind him loomed Nero, a towering presence whose very aura seemed to choke the room. His broad shoulders filled the doorway, his face a mask of controlled fury, radiating an oppressive intensity that made even Victor, a hardened Viking captain, falter.

he replied. “What?” I said, feeling confused. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about.” A woman with blonde hair stepped forward and fixed her sharp gaze on me. “You are responsible for Catrina’s death.” I gasped as my eyes widened. I recollected what Mr. Black had mentioned about my father being targeted for death. Holy hell, was I given to the one and only mysterious werewolves Kara had babbled about so much? “Why is she being put to death? That makes no sense. All she did was hit me.”

While clutching his neck, Jason extended his fangs and attacked on him, his begging reverberated the whole forest. “You, You are a monster. Don’t do this to me. It hurts. Ahh!” “No!” Jason was jolted awake with a petrifying screech, his chest heaving like a drill machine. “Mallon!” Clouds of darkness evaporated from his eyes and haze years came rushing to his mind. This dream was about his first kill, where he killed his best friend Mallon two days after transition. Every hunt, every scream, every kill, flashed across his eyes, ripping his soul apart.

I must have missed the signal because the bastard next to me flies forward, breaking his fall with his hands as the whip digs into his back over and over again. “Jason, are you seeing the Alpha’s daughter?” Beta Alphonse yelled. “No!” Jason yelled. “Were you with her today?” Beta Alphonse asked. “No!” Jason responds as another lash rips into his back. Blood splattering across my face as the warrior continues to whip him. “Do you have relations with her?” Beta Alphonse asked. “NO!” He cried. The whippings stop as Beta Alphonse squats down. He lifts Jason’s chin and lifts it so they’re eye to eye. His arms shake beneath him as he tries to hold himself up.

I began to pray until my breath caught in my throat. They dragged me out, and I saw how they had attacked and destroyed the settlement. My eyes looked in the direction of Martha's shop, and I was happy to see it intact but sad to see her on her knees crying. A lot of the pack members were on their knees. "Guess what I found?" The guy dragging me called out to his colleague. "What is it, Marvin?" His colleague asked uninterestedly. "I found the last of the Vladislav bloodline." He said to someone, and the man looked at him with shock.

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

Her figure began to fade, like smoke in the wind. “I love you!” she shouted, as her image blurred. “I’m coming for you!” he called back. “I swear it!” And then she was gone. Alexandro’s eyes shot open, his lungs gasping for air as though he had been underwater for hours. He was lying on the shore, the night sky above him, the moon still watching. Valerian and Jacob came running over, their voices distant at first, then sharper. “Alexandro!” Valerian grabbed his shoulder. “What happened?”

I knew she was nervous, and because my Angel of Death was nervous, I got serious. "His name is Jason," Tyler said. "I met him at the safe house on Rockdale. His sister's been hiding out from this Vampire creep who maimed her. It seems he likes his blood to spurt from an open wound. He cut off her finger to achieve it." My eyes flashed, but Tyler couldn't see them past my sunglasses. She knew what I was thinking, though. "Don't worry," Tyler said. "I already took care of him. I didn't kill him, but he'll never grow his right hand back."

“You say you are on your way back, where are you calling from and where is Cole?” “We are on the boat now, and Cole is helping his friend load the ammo. He asked me to call you. The phone belongs to his friend.” “Who is this friend?” “You are not going to believe this. We both just discovered one of his teammates is a werewolf. His name is Jason. We caught him tailing us and found out he was looking for a way to reach you to warn you Rufus was bringing war to our doorstep.” “I know you say he is a Were, but, I have met a few bad ones who would betray our kind for freedom and alliances…. I guess what I am asking, Hallec, is, why does he care?”

The thought that the councilman who cause his father’s death might still be alive causes my mates eyes to glow silver until his pupils disappears fully. My hands reach to his face, I pull his forehead to mine, “I’m sure we’re missing something” Footfalls sound behind us and the door opens, I turn expecting Sky but my jaw drops. “Vincent?” he’s alive, In black tactical pants and Henley his dark hair curling around his ears. Jason stands behind him Sky coming up at the rear. I breathe in relief at the sight of them. They both of them look worse for wear, the pack spy and hunter. Zayne had said he sent Jason along because he has the nose of a hellion.