Jeffrey Mason Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I'd been fucking her for minutes until, “Ugh! Fuck! Take that! Take my seed!” I groaned, plunging into her hard as my manhood twitched, releasing ropes of cum into her. “Daddyyyy” she screamed, her eyes rolling backwards in their sockets before she passed out. I knew she had cum on my cock. Burying my face in her neck, I could feel the flicker in my eyes, and the sharp teeth sticking out of my mouth. My fangs had elongated!

“Hey, you said I should be creative with my disturbance and that was exactly what I did. Did you think I would do some little cheap tricks like banging the door or making the TV go on automatically? That shit scares me even as a ghost," Calvin retorted Mason snorted. “Pouvez-vous imaginer cela? Un fantome qui peut etre effraye (Can you just imagine that? A ghost that can be scared)." Calvin brushed off Mason's comment, "I don't care what you say, Mason. I just want my favourite brother in the world to prepare a meal for me. Is that too much to ask?“

Time to do some discovery, starting with what I am, where I am, and maybe also who that old man from before was—not like it was important anyways. As soon as I walked out of the bathroom, the sight of the old man's corpse lying ojnthe ground filled me with disgust. ‘Okay let's try if this still works, not that I suppose it will,’ I thought to myself as I touched his wrist. Informations began flowing into my head on impact with his. Ones that stuck the most was the fact that this ugly man, was an alpha. Alpha Cassius of Ravenwood Pack. The pack didn't ring a bell to me at all.

Mason looked like a regular teenager which he would have been but he came in contact with his grandmother’s ghost when he was eight years old and he can see them ever since as well as the ability to levitate and become invisible like a ghost. Mason is a seventeen years old dark tall young man with an amazing British accent and a slender body, one could say he lives at the gym with his intimidating shoulders and abs. his black long locus (shoulder length) green charming eyes, pointed nose, long eyelashes, his deep sweet voice which melted girl with just a word. “Hey Mason!, you're up early, what's the rush?!” Lena asked as she made space for him to sit next to her. “I have a date. I am super

I whispered, hoping I’d only said loud enough for him to hear. But Mason’s eyes flick to mine in an instant as a nasty growl erupts from his belly. “Jayce….like that scrawny, little nerd I caught you fucking when you were mine,” Mason growled, fur sprouting all over his body as he began to shift, “You played me.”

Emily froze, eyes wide. “They kept them here,” Mason said, baring his teeth. His pupils were no longer human. “Failed runs. Experiments they didn’t want the world to see.” The howl rose again, joined by others, dozens of throats crying out in fractured unison. Emily whispered, “Mason… that doesn’t sound like wolves.” Mason’s bones snapped, his body giving in at last. He dropped to his knees as the change tore through him. When he stood again, the man was gone. The wolf was at the door.

“Please.” His breath came out in a low growl. “Fuck, Reyes.” His fingers pushed inside, slick sliding too easily, my walls clenching around him like I’d been waiting for this all night. I cried out, muffling the sound against his shoulder. “Jesus Christ,” Mason muttered, curling his fingers, his voice rough in my ear. “You’re dripping. What the hell did they give you?” “I don’t care,” I whimpered, rocking on his hand, sweat dripping down my temple. “Just—don’t stop.”

I sighed, my disappointment visible. Mason wasn't the face behind the mask, he was just a witch blessed with a gift of dream. He could see visions and memories that weren't his. That's how he knows about us being werewolves and about the Red ghoul. “Yeah, no shit. You just broke into my room and nearly killed me for nothing.” Mason shot back. “Don’t make me regret it,” I warned, my patience thinning. “Well, after I had those visions, I did some digging about the Red ghoul mask—and you won't believe what I found out.” Mason said, leaning forward, eager to share.

“Like is the wrong word. I’m about to change your job title to Chief Distraction Officer.” I cackled. “Oh, I’m so putting that on my next business card.” He pressed a kiss to my cheek and then pulled me to sit on the couch. “How was your morning?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Mystical. My minions loved it. One spilled coffee on himself. Joshua nearly cried. Mason dived at my feet. So… pretty normal." Creed grinned. "I'm glad. Really glad." I watched him, relaxing. "You okay?"