Jason Vorhees Novels & Stories

Jason shrugged and raised the rod. "Hey, if anyone is going to kill that bitch, that'll be me!" An authoritative voice yelled from the door, and Jason looked up to see a werewolf with glaring red eyes.

"I mean, it's been in there nearly an hour. I bet it's seeped into the fucking fabric!" "Fuck sake! You are impossible!" HE half laughed, coming to stand in front of me. "So you are returning the vamp's body!" He asked, narrowing his eyes on me. "He is alive, just needs blood." I shrugged, wiggling my brows at Jason suggestively. "Well, I ain't offering!" Jason rasped, turning back to look at me, his face pale. "It's ok. He won't drink your blood anyway! He needs human blood!" I grinned, tapping the top of the car hard, the grunt that followed making me smirk.

He was so focused that he barely blinked. '' You really love this thing, don't you?" I muttered, giving a smile to lighten the mood. He gave a crooked smile without taking his eyes off the screen. '' There's nothing like a classic. Jason is unbeatable.'' '' Jason is from Friday the 13th.'' I retorted, laughing. ''Michael Myers is from Halloween.'' He looked at me sideways and laughed. '' See? You know it too.''

His name escaped my mouth but in a whisper that I could barely hear myself talk, but his eyes darkened and a deep frown settled on his face. "Don't call me that again. I'm Jason now," His voice was so cold and the murderous glare he gave me made my heart leave my chest for a moment. I know you are thinking the same thing, and yes, it's what you are thinking. The person standing in front of me was Carl Hughes, Connor's dead brother, and the person that had been tormenting me for the past few days. He was supposed to be dead, right? Well, that's what I thought too. I was terrified too when I saw him that day thinking I'd seen a ghost, but it seemed like we were all fooled. Carl was never dead.

Footsteps echoed—slow, deliberate, confident. Adrian clenched his fists. “Show yourself.” A shadow detached from the far end of the hallway, tall and lean, moving with elegance that seemed almost inhumanly serene. When he walked into the faint light, Jason’s face came into view—smooth, expressionless, calm in a way that made him infinitely more terrifying than any snarling monster. Jason stopped several meters away, hands in his pockets as if he were simply strolling through a hotel on a lazy morning. “Adrian Miller,” he said in a quiet tone that sent a cold ripple down the hall. “I came for the girl.”

He fished me out of the river of my thoughts and placed me on solid ground, "I know you don't like the idea of me killing anyone. But you know I'll never hurt you or anyone you love. Unfortunately, I can't promise to never hurt anyone. Being who I am, being what I am, it's not possible." "And what are you?" That voice cut through the little bubble that surrounded Victor and me, reminding me that the rest of the world still existed. Jason's sneer was deadly. Neither Victor nor I had realized he had crossed the distance and was now standing mere feet from us. The muscle in Victor's jaw twitched and the distinct sound of him grating his molars reached my ears but he remained silent. "You're som

I have a really bad sinking feeling in my stomach. A loud, horrifying scream comes from down the hall. We all take off running. And what I see in the back hallway near our servers will haunt me for the rest of my life. Jason is lying in the furthest corner of the hallway, his arms are cut from his wrists to his elbows and even from here, through all the blood, I can see that something shiny, probably silver is wedged into the wound. He is slumped and you can see on his face he clearly suffered.

Isaac attacked the boy, completely unprovoked, allegedly, and then bit his teacher, drawing blood when she tried to separate them. I toyed with the hem of my purse as Mr Beddows continued insulting Isaac, accusing of him all but killing this boy. Greyson's words rang in my ears. Come back as the Zoe Smithson I remember. I wasn't the same woman I once was. Kobe beat everything out of me, my confidence, my hopes, my ambition. I was a shadow, surviving day by day without ever really living.

“Adam was going down hard and I wasn’t going to go down with him. Who was going to associate with the wife of someone like him? I had to reinvent myself. I got a new face, a new name, courtesy of a few Swiss bank accounts he knew nothing about. Voila! A whole new me.” “But you didn’t change everything, did you?” Jason asked, his eyes raking over her golden pantsuit. Your signature color suits you. Bet you didn’t know you left a little of it behind with the governor’s body.” “The ME declared you legally dead,” I said. “He had proof that you died in that fire.” “People are easily bought, Jessie, dear,” she said, gloating. “But you didn’t pay him, did you?” Jason asked, thinking about Dr. Voorh

In a room with black and red tones, an old, pale-skinned man was standing by the window. His gaze was fixed on the vast expanse of sky, the wind that occasionally blew against his black robe. Jason Victor is a vampire king who has been the leader of the vampire nation for years. She is a pure vampire with red irises and fangs in her teeth, her strength is never in doubt. Shortly after that, someone walked into the room, crouched down facing Jason while lowering her head. Sensing someone behind him, Jason turned slightly, still facing the window.