Novel & Cerita Jeffrey Mason Creepypasta

I have to go see Daffy get to class and do Poppy’s assignments. Sitting in the subway bus, I bit my hands trying to assure myself that everything will be fine, but nothing is going to be fine. His scream when I stabbed him keeps echoing in my mind. “I killed someone…. I just murdered a vampire!!”

“See the M in move on, she added pressure while writing it, the A in and, the cut in between the two lines is bold, the S in someone is printed, the O in someone looks like a Q and the N in monster has a curvy mark at the top.“ he took a piece of paper and wrote on it, “If you bring all these letters together, M.A.S.O.N, Mason. Do you know anyone who goes by that name?“ He asked looking at his son who was seething. “The son of a bitch, it's time I sent him to the afterlife.“ He gritted. “Nemesis?“ Massimo asked. “He is a punk who is trying to take over my position as the Don and is obsessed with Laura. Thank you for pointing this out, I will settle this once and for all.“ He left the house.

Silence swallowed the room again. Jace stared at the package. Something about it felt wrong. A creeping chill slid down his spine as he pulled it closer. His fingers hesitated before he tore the tape open. Inside was a piece of paper and beneath it, a photograph. His vision blurred for a moment. His breath left him entirely. It was Mason, his son. A recent picture of him. Mason standing in what looked like a dim, windowless room. His hair messy. His clothes wrinkled. His small hands held together like someone had ordered him not to move. His eyes, which were usually bright andfull of mischief looked dull, frightened and exhausted.

They live for eternity. If you commit some crime you will be thrown in the dungeon without being given a chance to prove your innocence or say something about your deed… That is how it works here. Dominic Mason is a vampire and he rules over the Vampires of their world. He has access to every single power that an immortal can have and he is the most powerful king and creature of this mystical world. He is the god of his kingdom and prefers to get worshipped by them. He thinks he is the almighty but that is his thinking only

Awkwardly, Tyler added. "Yes, yes." Parker inclined. "This is the time we should help him, right?" Crunched. Mason's face flipped in their direction and they felt their souls leaving their bodies. Mason had dark circles under his eyes and his lips were chapped as if the soul inside him had been sucked dry, his shoulders droopy. 'Oh my God!' Both Parker and Tyler jolted seeing Mason's eyes on them. "...You." "...Do you have any suggestions?" Mason's voice was scrawny and dry, his face was tilted.

Helena went to bed with the sun, the rest of the family were out prowling the city, and Mason was usually either at a club or locked in his room. Once Jess reached her quarters, she sent a encrypted message to Mason. A few minutes later, he slipped into her room. "Jess, our pup is gone. Why are you summoning me?" Mason said, leaning against the doorframe with a cold sneer. He still blamed her for the loss. "Do you think I wanted to lose my own blood? That was my legacy too!" Jess hissed, pulling him inside and locking the door. "But a pup born of our secret would have been our execution. We couldn't keep it."

I close the screen and drop the phone by my side to grab my book, only to take it after a second. ME: What are you doing? I drum my fingers against the edge of the desk as it shows read and finally, he's typing. ALEX: Sorry. ALEX: I got lost in it. Is he apologizing... For a late reply? A new text comes in again, and it makes me swallow. ALEX: Have you ever heard of masturbation? ME: You're doing that? Right now?

The dark campus is dead silent, but my earpiece is buzzing with absolute chaos. Because my hacker boy Arlo is a certified genius, he didn't just loop the security cameras—he actively tapped into Elite Squad 1's private communication frequency. Crouching in the damp, shadow-drenched bushes with a trembling Chloe right behind me, I listen to the terrifying, top-ranking monsters of the Academy casually chatting in my ear. "The werewolf is stabilizing," Raphael says over the comms, discussing their secret purification potion project. "But you sound distressed, Ilius. Is the secondary formula failing?"

Maybe Uncle Roger had simply misremembered what Bradley said. The second negative concerned the Maston guy. He hadn't shown up in vampire class since that first night, but Leesa couldn't get him out of her mind. Twice, she thought she had sensed his presence, once back in the stacks of the library and once walking home to her dorm in the evening, but when she looked around, there was no sign of him. Perhaps she was just imagining it—or desperately hoping for it—but the feeling had been awfully strong. An Internet search for information about the Mastons and the Moodus Noises produced lots of tales and rumors, but precious little fact. She had found a few pictures of the Mastons and had littl

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.