Jason Vorhees Novels & Stories

I put my hands over my mouth to suppress the frightened cry that left my lips. I was looking at him, I was looking at my mother's killer. I pressed my eyes closed to calm myself down, and when I reopened them, Jason was already making his way towards Frank with a kitchen knife. I didn't know what was going on in his head; was he about to commit murder? I turned to Antonio, he had his eyes fixed on Jason but he made no attempt to stop him.

Now that he was about to die, his eyes were no longer as ominous as before, but it was filled with a hint of desolation. A powerful figure had finally fallen. Sadly, Jason did not come to that realization. He had seen many characters throughout the ages. When he first saw remarkable individuals dying, he would be moved. However, he only felt calm as time progressed. Moreover, he preferred striking the enemy where it hurts. Looking at the Heaven's Gate's Vice-Master who was barely alive, Jason patted his sleeves lightly. "I'm afraid your poison won't hurt me, don't forget that I am a doctor." Jason stared at him and smiled.

he thought as he parried a strike by another and kicked it back into the group, Sorrena was holding her ground well, there was something in her claws that shone blue and allowed a slash to any part of their bodies making them dissolve to dust, Jason moved quickly, his main aim was zaymor, he must be a fool to think jason could fight a god after what perilia did to him, but he didn't care, the power of the blades drove him on. They didn't seem to reduce, it was like for every one jason killed two more took it place, Jason moved back, it finally clicked in his head, he was the god of the dead, he had access to all the souls of the dead, how many could he kill before he became overpowered?,

King Roen said, and put his right hand under the table to hit the hidden bell under it. But Jason's voice stopped him. "Don't worry father, I will take her there." Jason said and smiled at his father. "There is something that will happen soon father, a miracle." Jason didn't wait to hear his father response. He just ran with his vampire speed towards Lillian's house. Being a Tribrid, he was the fastest Vampire in the entire supernaturals. Roen was surprised when he heard those last words from his son. What miracle was his son talking about? He thought.

Shе’ѕ unаblе tо hоld bасk the ѕоbѕ. “Carrie,” I say, “Thе wоmаn іѕ gоnе. Cоmе nоw. It’s best you соmе with me. We need tо talk.” That’s whеn Jason moves tоwаrdѕ mе wіth eyes of steel. Hе’ѕ оn a mіѕѕіоn. “Stand down, Detective,” hе orders. “Shе’ѕ nоt going anywhere wіth you.”

He was tall around 6’2 and his brunette hair and hairstyle reminded me someone who unwontedly barged in my life. Maybe it’s him….. My curiosity got best out of me and I found myself walking to the man. I with hushed steps walked closer to him. The man was looking at the grave and was unaware of my approaching hushed footsteps. As I was 3 steps away from him he suddenly turned with speed of tornado and a cold metal touched my forehead. My eyes widened. It was him….James Russo….but my eyes didn’t widened on him seeing here but on what was in his hand that he was pointing on my forehead.

Some of them did not even stop at the red light – they pressed the accelerator instead of the brake, as if blessed with immortality. Anubhav turned and caught a glimpse of himself on the mirror above the wash basin. His usually sharp, light blue eyes looked hazy owing to the long and tiring journey. His eyes narrowed and he absently stroked his jet black hair. As always, his hair did not need the services of a comb, it was silky and fell fashionably just by finger combing. Friends at home used to call him Tom Cruise, not without reason. There was a letter on the bed.

To Koba-VRDA (Encrypted Message) [Saoji Eyes - 2019, 01 January] An eyewitness could take a photo of a vampire who was passing in an Exposed state. No need to worry. Eyewitnesses took pictures in a state of unpreparedness, and the results of the photographs were unclear. I have obscured the witness' memory with Simple-Hipno. [Dwolo Eyes - 2019, 01 April]

The air was thick with tension and unspoken rules, and I could feel my stomach churn at the sight of it all. The fifth family, the Donatos send Viktor, their son and what he did made my perfect brown glowing skin turn white. He walked up to her and amide her screams and cries, he took the knife and spill her throat making a blood spill all over him. I stumbled back a little and covered my mouth to the sight of such horrific events. The next family came up and did the same thing. My heart rate increased. The second family, the Albertos, had their son Enzo do the same thing but he went extra by stabbing the girl thrice on her stomach before he slit her throat.

Fresh pain lanced through his side, blood soaking through the gauze again. But he didn’t care. Couldn’t care. She had gone to destroy the man who’d built Jason from the bones of a soldier and the mind of a killer. Alone. “I’m not losing her,” he growled, voice raw. “Not again.” He’d already buried one life because of his father. He wouldn’t bury hers too. Not while he still had breath in his body. A Vow in Blood 2:45 PM – Emergency Recovery Unit. Jason was already on his feet, ignoring the searing pain radiating from his ribs as he pulled his shirt over the freshly dressed wounds. The blood seeped through the bandages beneath the fabric, staining it in deep crimson, but he didn’t so much as