Mason Campbell Novel Novels & Stories

This camp is not treating me right. The sun rose, and I was still stuck in bed. “Adrian, come on,” Damian called. Oh? You think we’re good now? After what I’ve seen? He doesn’t know I know his deep, disgusting, nasty secret but I can use that. Oh, Damian, you’re going down. At first, I thought it’d be a normal day—exercise, Bible study, same boring routine. But no, as I kept feeling someone watching me. Like, even during my morning chat with Jay, I could feel eyes on us.

Mason (Menace) It's hard to watch my daughter fall apart in front of me, and even harder to watch the Keplers try and keep their heads about them as we all gather at the hospital in Birmingham The last time we were all here was when Ransom got shot, and I don't think any of us have forgotten that.

The camp appeared to have been hastily abandoned, with tents left standing and belongings strewn about as if the occupants had fled in a hurry. Without a word, we split up, each of us taking a tent to search. I entered the closest one, my keen eyes scanning the interior for any sign of life. The tent was small and cramped, the fabric sagging from years of exposure to the elements. "Oh bloody fuck," Mason murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper as we surveyed the desolate campsite. It was more unsettling than the one we ahs seen before - maybe because it was clearly more recent.

Mason’s flashlight caught the bold red lettering on its front: “You’re getting warmer.” Mason opened the envelope, his fingers steady despite the adrenaline coursing through him. Inside was another photograph, this time showing Happiness in a different setting—a dimly lit room with a single barred window. A crude sketch of a compass was drawn on the back, an arrow pointing north. He studied the image closely. The bars on the window were distinctive, rusted, and unevenly spaced. He committed the details to memory, knowing they could be vital later. As Mason exited the room, his phone vibrated. Surprised, he pulled it out. Still no signal, but a single text had somehow come through:

Mrs Campbell. This all started because Mrs Campbell lost her daughter. She refused to take help from her husband and pushed Mr Campbell away. That's how Mr Campbell meet Pandora, who was his mistress for a while and gave birth to his son, who died due to cold in the arms of Chad. The death of the youngest Campbell from Pandora changed her and turned her abusive towards her son. So she introduced her to Leila, who was his sugar baby for years and when she was pregnant with me, she left.

“Just bored and trying to have some fun. You guys won’t involve me in anything so I had to find a way to make myself happy in this huge suite I got for myself. Only Aunt Mary loves me in this world and I also-” “Shut up, Marcus. My dad promised your dad that he will never involve you in his shit like your dad wanted so blame uncle for your situation. Anyways, I need you to find someone for me, he went missing about six months ago.” Mason said and Marcus hummed for him to continue. “Liam Duncan. He went missing in California while spying on the Don and his entourage.” Mason went straight to the point. Any other person would have find the situation confusing and unheard of but not Marcus. His

Alyssa’s POV The Red Maple Camp was not a kind place. It was created to imprison criminals and dangerous wolves. I certainly didn’t belong there, I was surprised I had lived this long. For the past five years, every breath I took and every word I muttered resulted in pain and punishment.

Shira teased me often concerning our little secret, I had warned her to keep it for now since we weren't sure how he felt towards us in the meantime, wouldn't want to get hurt after all. I was all smiles in the kitchen, busy making his coffee, he had been in his office all morning and I wanted to surprise him by bringing him his drink myself. The door to the office was open, so I strolled in, my eyes found no one inside his office an empty chair with countless documents scattered on the table, maybe he was in the bathroom. After placing the mug down, my eyes scanned the papers until a name caught my attention. Graig Campbell. This was a name I would never forget, the person responsible for t

His blood gush into my mouth, it's tasty, it's different from every other she-wolves blood, I have tasted, I was going to empty it. "Rupert, what are you doing?" That was Campbell's voice, I could recognize it but I was to taste it. "Campbell, don't come anywhere near, you should take the others out, you have to protect them run." Mason yelled at Campbell. "No, I can't leave you with Rupert, what if he kills you?" He growls.

But Mason's gaze held a soothing power, and against my better judgment, I allowed myself to sink back into the makeshift bed. I took a deep breath, trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions inside me. The makeshift camp came into clearer view, a tattered tent, dimly lit by a flickering lantern, and the hushed murmurs of people moving around. It was a place I recognized well because I was the one who set this camp. We were back in the ruins where we first set our camp, before heading out to terminate Morax. Place where I found out that me and Mason were mates.