Jeffrey Mason Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Darkness swallowed the house. I stopped breathing. Somewhere upstairs— Something moved. A slow creak. Like a footstep. Ethan immediately grabbed his phone flashlight. The beam cut through the dark shakily. “Nobody move,” Mason whispered. Too late. Another creak. Closer this time. Directly above us. My bedroom. Every muscle in my body locked. Ethan looked upward slowly. “There’s someone upstairs.” “No,” Mason whispered. His face looked bloodless now. “There’s something upstairs.”

The sheer force of my unyielding presence pinned him to the floorboards like an insect. "I told you once, Mason," I murmured, leaning over his trembling frame, my shadow completely swallowing him. "Don't pull the big brother routine with me. Your Ashford blood tastes like rot." "You... what are you?" Mason choked out, his bloodshot eyes staring up at me in absolute horror. The proud prodigy enforcer of the Silveroak Keep was trembling under the boot of a girl he had spent twenty years mocking. "You aren't human... no human has dominance pressure like this..."

she gasped. The fire flared higher. Mason’s body convulsed, his back arching off the bed. His eyes flew open, glowing the brightest, most unnatural red. The air vibrated with his guttural growl, deeper and darker than any sound of a wolf. He was thrashing and snarling, caught between waking and death. “My lord! Mason!” Hugh rushed forward, but Annette’s shriek froze him mid-step. “Don’t touch him!” She staggered upright, bracing herself. She pressed her palm hard against Mason’s chest, struggling as his strength surged against her. Her hair flew wild around her face, her purple ring blazing bright.

I heard a gust of wind blow by and another scream. I spun around and saw a pair of dark forms in the distance devouring a form on the floor. “No!” I screamed running closer and seeing that it was Mason’s decapitated body. I dropped to my knees and let out a piercing scream. “No! Mase.” The wolves turned to look at me, their red eyes glowing in the dark. I could immediately decipher the look on their faces. “You’re next.” I started crawling back wards frantically as they started approaching. But I didn’t get far before I bumped into something.

"Maybe we should call someone, security or..." "No." Caspian held up a hand, while still staring at me. He didn’t look afraid, he looked unsettled, and that was something. I reached into my bag and pulled out the magazine, unfolding the page I had bookmarked. "This," I said, "is your face but it’s not your life. You disappeared a year ago, everyone thought you were gone, dead, missing but you are here. You just don’t remember, I don’t know what happened to you, but I swear to you, you are him. You are my Mason."

****Mason**** I wake up after a peaceful sleep. It is morning for sure but I'm not sure what time it is. The sun's rays shine on my face after I turn in bed. It feels warm and nice. I never thought that I would sleep with someone after coming here for some business. I reach the other side of the bed. It feels cold but I thought I would find her here with me. I thought we should repeat what we did last night. It was the best night for me for a while. Her sweet lily scent still circulates in the room and on the bed sheet also. I breathe her scent in my nose and I want to do it again and again with her. Her soft body under me fits perfectly. I thought that she would scream when I touched her bu

"Can you enlighten us further about those text messages you received, huh, Jasper?" Jasper then dropped the bunch of papers to the table. "These were the lists of names I received last night. I printed them out one by one. There are thousands of names on the list that I don't know of. And I found out Malia and a middle-aged man were somehow involved in the killings of the werewolf kinds." Out of curiosity, I slid onto the couch and grabbed a piece of paper. Joshua and Justine followed. But not beside me. For what it's worth, their extreme resentment, including Nathaniel, ease of.

In panic I reach my friend, Mason, who is my best friend and the pack healer, it's late, I just hope he could connect to my mind link. "What is it, hooligan?" That was Mason's voice, my best friend. "Can you please come over, I need you to do something very important for me." "Something like?" He asked. "I am sick, so I need treatment." "Are you sick of blood?" "Mason!!!" I yelled in frustration, I could hear him titter and then he disconnected, slowly I make my way back to the brown-haired woman lying on the couch, where I had placed her gently, my gaze hadn't left her body, I was practically watching her, with interest and this is making me nervous, no woman had ever got a second glance fr

I couldn't offer him what he deserved, and I wouldn't lie to my children. The next morning, back in Eldoria City, Jeffrey was staring at the ceiling of the VTN ROOM. Having a pup around had effectively murdered his ability to sleep. His lifelong commitment to being a bachelor felt like the smartest move he’d ever made. He didn't wake the small wolf curled up in the oversized bed. Instead, he slipped into the sitting area, ordered a mountain of protein-heavy breakfast, and dialed Howard Pierce. Howard sounded like he was speaking through a fog of exhaustion. "Jeffrey? Do you have any idea what hour the moon is at?"

Brenda ordered While Mason groaned as he struggled to control his hands that moved involuntarily on their own as if wanting to clear away the Mountain Ash. "A....Am....Am so Sorry Brenda but n.....no...not today, Re....Reed needs to be stopped, He....He needs to Die!" Mason stuttered while his eyes glowed green, a burst of raw power shot out from him While Brenda gasped as Mason chanted a Spell which helped in breaking through the aura of submission. " No....... Let me Go!!!!"