Mason Campbell Novel Novels & Stories

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I looked up to Mason, hoisting yet another body over his shoulder and placing it in the bed of the truck, with the others. We had lost five of Mason’s warriors he brought with him from MacTire. Five too many and countless warriors and civilians of Cambiador. I didn't know these... people. They didn't know me. I grew up an outcast from this kingdom, I grew up with wolves, but it didn't make me sympathize with them any less. I saw the pain in Mason's eyes, and I see it on the faces of warriors, in the civilians who are trying to help each other. They were a community, and none of them had ever seen a battle. They were not prepared. And above the smell of blood and death, came the sense of sorr

Of course she did. “You’re gripping that wheel like it owes you money,” she said casually. Mason didn’t look away from the road. “I’m driving.” “You’re emotionally driving.” Kai nearly choked laughing beside her. I turned toward the window to hide my smile. The camp itself looked straight out of one of those coming-of-age movies people pretend not to cry over. Wooden cabins sat around a huge clearing surrounded by trees, with a frozen lake off to the side for skating drills and a massive bonfire pit near the center.

Mason came on the earth with his soldiers who were always with him for taking care of him. Mason didn’t know how to find Ricardo because it was not clear whether he reached the earth or not and he has never seen him before. Mason only knew that Ricardo was a young muscular boy that’s it. Mason was in the same forest right now where Ricardo was taking a rest. Mason and his soldiers made a camp in the forest as it was their forest, and they had killed and harmed many humans as a Vampire. They didn’t want to tolerate any problem so they just killed them for their convenience.

Even the birds seem to quiet as I pass. At the end of the path, the camp opens before me like a memory—quiet buildings nestled among trees, smoke rising from a kitchen chimney, and voices in the distance. “Welcome, my friend,” comes a soft, familiar voice. “Mason,” I laugh as I stride forward and wrap him in a hug. “It’s a pleasure to see you again. I haven’t seen you since you brought Eva back here. But the time has come. Rufus has started.” “Come,” Mason says, linking his arm through mine. “You must be exhausted. I assume you didn’t use magic.”

“I spent three years in that camp. We were woken up at 3am everyday, we walked through the woods carrying heavy weights to toughen our minds. We weren’t allowed flashlights. We were barely fed. We were beaten if we showed the slightest hint of emotion. Then I came back and was properly introduced to society. I’ve seen how my family and friends treat the less privileged. Where they see power, I see foolishness. There is so much unfairness, and only one part of society suffers for it.” I remembered the books in Richard Caldwell’s office. It was all about power and control. The thought made me sick. But what Mason says next chills my blood. “There was a boy, just fifteen years old, from a poor

"Does that have anything to do with you?" Over the phone, Mason sounded as arrogant as ever. He seemed to be giving orders as he said, "A private plane from the Campbells will be landing in your city tonight. Be sure to give them a warm welcome." "Oh, yes, of course. I'll do my best." Jacob hastily answered. Then, he asked, "Pardon my boldness, but may I know who from the Campbell family is coming?" "If you're aware that you're being too bold, why would you ask?"

Campbell doesn't have time to scream. The men give her room. She grabs Campbell's legs out from under him, twirls him around her body, then brings him up and slams him into the ground like he weighs nothing. He screams and his Beast breaks free. I'm mentally catching up, and the pieces click into place-something is wrong with the whistles Elright handed out, and Marinah knew they were defective. Campbell did too. He's in league with Knet.

And Ace freaking Mason. I climbed up the narrow steps into the plane with a strange mix of nerves and confidence. My eyes scanned the cabin and found him immediately—seated by the window, legs stretched out, a glass of champagne in one hand, and— My jaw twitched. Was he seriously reading An Enemy Called Average? I blinked again to be sure. Yep. Same white -and-gold cover. John Mason, motivational guru and self-discipline king. “What’s next?” I asked, walking past him to my seat. “Chicken Soup for the Crime Lord’s Soul?”

But what did I expect,he is an attractive man. He told me that he had never had sex since then. He would relieve himself with his hand sometimes but that was it. I blushed like crazy when he said that. He told me about his older sister and how her mate killed her out of anger. When he realised what he did,he mourned but couldn't handle the pain. Mason had to put him out of his misery by snapping his neck and burning him. Kinda vampire-y. I don't know whether to be afraid or turned on.