Jason Vorhees Novels & Stories

I couldn’t. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to turn back, to not do this. To stay far, far away from the monster I was running straight toward. But I had no choice. Jason’s shallow breathing haunted me, the sickly pale hue of his skin, the fever burning beneath it. He was getting worse. And no one in the pack would save him. No one but him. Damien Thorne. The name alone sent a chill through me. A creature neither fully wolf nor fully vampire, but something far worse—a hybrid.

Moore. "Step away from the suspect. Now." Jason looked down at the unconscious man lying beside the dumpster the same guy who’d barreled through a crowd, knocked over a child, and pulled a knife during their scuffle. Jason had been filming a live-action stunt nearby and acted on instinct. But now? He sighed. "Look, I was just trying to help. That guy ran from security. I stopped him." "With what? Your Hollywood smile?" Leah snapped. "Get on your knees."

She paused and resumed her pacing which she had stopped when she had been speaking. Alex was very shocked. So shocked that it was a wonder that he managed to conceal his gasp of surprise. He stopped it at the last moment because he didn't want her to know he was here. He still wanted to hear more before he would reveal himself but now he knew more than enough to come to a solid conclusion. He knew that his mate, Jasmine, was the unknown serial killer who had been killing people from their pack for a while now. His own mate, his goddess-given mate was a serial killer and he was just finding it out from her own mouth. Never had he expected to hear something like that when he had followed Jasmi

That morning, as promised, Helen stopped her car at a secluded villa by the lake where she usually spends time with Jason Morean, her secret lover. Her appearance is always perfect and beautiful, she always shows it everywhere. As if she already knew the place very well, Helen walked into the villa without a moment's hesitation, and inside there, was already waiting for a handsome man with thin sideburns as his trademark to welcome Helen Noel. A wide and so charming smile rises on the handsome face of this athletic man. Who else if not Jason Morean, an actor from Spain who is quite a big name in the world of the Hollywood film industry.

A deep voice asked gruffly. Ignoring the apparent irritation in the man's voice on the other end, Jason said, “I hired a few thugs from the black serpent gang to do a little job for me and they have left too many crumbs behind that could lead to me and they have become a liability to my reputation. Kill them all. I need no witness of the truth alive.” “Anything else?” “No. For now, I must keep in the shadows and see what happens.” “Copy, boss.” After the call ended, Jason sighed, and his heart jumped in his chest when he heard Sophia's voice, “Dad is finally dead? You killed him.”

He found that someone wanted to assassinate Yvette and sent out his cursed voodoo doll to stop the assassin at once. Kayson arrived at the Queens’ villa right away. Jason had already come home, and he was sitting on the sofa with Yvette. Yvette’s arm was wrapped in gauze, and her face was ghastly pale. “Kayson, you’re here!” Jason’s expression was unpleasant, and the villa was a chaotic mess. All the glasses were shattered, and two walls had collapsed. A corpse was lying in the living hall while Ogden was leaning against a wall corner to rest. He was injured too. As for his cursed voodoo doll, it was already beaten up to a pulp.

“I've had enough of playing with you, Your Honor Hayes. Now is the time to go out and face your death." Just before Jason managed to pull the handle on the passenger door beside Hazel, Calvin appeared and immediately ambushed Jason's body. They wrestled fiercely over the rusty crowbars. Calvin pushed Jason away, the man's body rolling hard on the damp pebbles. Calvin tried as hard as he could to snatch the crowbar from Jason's hand and throw it away so Jason couldn't use the iron to attack him. He then pointed the gun at Jason and shouted loudly to stop the man from going mad. "Don’t move. This gun can punch a hole in your head.”

With that I ripped out the knife from his leg and stabbed him right in the gut with it. “ stupid healing. You heal faster than he did. They will just have to make more of a mess with you then.” I smiled walking away “ Have fun boys. Let me know when it’s over.” I yelled walking up the stairs and to the bathroom in the hallway. Looking at myself in the mirror I almost didn’t recognize myself. All the blood on me from causing him pain. I know both of them are shocked right now because I didn’t tell them about that. Well I didn’t tell them anyways. But I did tell Vanessa and she told me that the best way to get over it is to face what I fear most. All the anger I’ve had built up from all this.

Either that, or people are too scared of what lives on there. So naturally, the sound chills my blood. "Jasper?" I question, looking through the deep undergrowth. I see dappled light dancing along the forest floor in there, but shadows still haunt most areas a possibly rabid killer might lurk. I've seen those horror movies where people wandering into the stupidest of places-any well minded person would never consider to enter-end up dead. So, deciding on maybe not meeting with Jasper today, I turn around... Only to see him right behind me, leaning against the wall of the house casually.

He was in his human form, shirtless, wearing track pants. ‘Ugh, that’s a sight no one wanted to see.’ Theia gagged. Even if he’s muscular and obviously in good shape, his body was littered with scars. Overall, he wasn’t nearly as appealing as Logan. But seeing his human form, something about his face. It looked familiar. But I couldn’t explain why. Maybe I’ve seen him before. It’s possible not like I would have known a werewolf from a hole in the wall before my first shift. All I knew was this bastard needed to die. He was holding a squirming Hana with a silver knife at her throat.