Ally Mason Novels & Stories

“I’ll talk to him when he’s up.” On cue, Mason, the Davises’ third brother, sitting at twenty-two years of age, appeared at the door. He was still in his sleepwear and his honey-blond hair was a bed-style mess. He yawned loudly as he came to sit beside Reo. “Morning, everyone,” he greeted. Reo said, “You’re up early for going to bed so late at night.” With his eyes half closed, Mason reached out for a piece of toast. “I got hungry in my sleep. I’m going back to bed after breakfast.”

Tessa clenched her fist nervously and chuckled awkwardly. "No. I'm actually going home" She replied. Connor scratched his head and pointed in front. "This isn't the way to your home though" "Yeah... but it's the way to my new home" "What?" He shook his head and Tessa inhaled deeply getting ready for an explanation. *** "Urgh!" Mason grunted painfully and entered his room. He went to his bedroom and sat down on the wooden chair facing a huge mirror. His face was a great definition of sickness and weakness. His face was pale fully sick. His lips were dry, cracky, and white.

Angrier. Mason turned to Ransom. "Be at ease, mon amis. I am what is known as a gargoyle. Protector and guardian against evil spirits." "You can protect whatever you want, dude. But no one leads or dominates this beast," Asher jammed a thumb into his chest, a sneer on his face. Scarlet snuck a glance at Mason. I do, she mouthed. Mason and I laughed. "What? Why are you laughing?" Asher looked at his brothers. Their faces were as blank as ours were etched with humor.

Not forgiveness, not friendship, but something functional—shared purpose in the moment. A short nod passed between us before I turned toward the basement stairs. The scent hit me halfway down the hall—wrong, chemical, like disinfectant mixed with rotting meat. Rona stirred beneath my skin, hackles raised. Be ready, she whispered. They smell like death. Mason leaned against the basement door, face gray beneath his tan. Blood soaked his left side, turning his shirt from blue to black in the dim light. His eyes focused on me with effort. "They're still coming," he said, each word tightly controlled against pain. "We pushed them back to the third junction, but there's something..." His head shoo

ITALY, 6PM. Mason came down from the limousine looking smart with a hardened face. He was here for business and business alone. “ Mason Alaric, my man. " A tall handsome blonde man with messy curls of same as Mason said with a wide smile as he walked to him. “ Alessio Lorenzo. “ Mason smirked. “ How have you been?" Alessio asked with a deep Italian accent. “ Not great. "

He wore it short like his brothers, yet he had the top part of his hair, the longer part tied back out of his eyes. Axel whispered in Archer’s ear, very quickly like Aiden had done to him. His eyes darted to me, and he smiled. They were the most breath-taking shade of amethyst I had ever seen. I’m sure my mouth was hanging open; I wouldn’t be surprised if I were drooling too. Before I knew it, the three brothers were focused back on the task at hand. “Hey guys, I’m Mason; anything you need, don’t hesitate to ask,” Mason introduced himself, and my stomach slammed back into place; there was nothing quite like a massive douche bag to bring you back down to earth.

" The table erupted with groans and fake gagging sounds. "You two are disgusting," Liam said, laughing. "Adorable," Christian corrected with a smirk. "Same thing," Michael deadpanned. "It does," Mason cut in smoothly, leaning forward with a lazy grin aimed at Alice. "I'd clear my schedule for you too." Alice blinked, surprised but amused. "Is that so?" "Oh, absolutely," Mason said, his tone skirting the line between teasing and just a bit too sincere. "I mean, look at you. Anyone would."

Am sorry,I will tell him straight away" he bowed and walks out I scoff and sat down as one the female colleague admist us brought me a cup of coffee The door opened and Mason walks in, I huff as I stared at him Mason had been my friend though not best of friend but I like him more than any other colleague maybe because he works hard "You are late" I mumbled when he sat down "Yeah right? I know and am sorry" he lighted a stick and put it in his mouth "We have a mission tonight but I won't be among,it was hired"I says as everyone listened at them attentively

That is why I hired Mason. Mason is a sophomore at the local university, majoring in kinesiology. Tall — six-one at least with lean, soccer-player muscle, sandy blond hair that falls into hazel eyes, and a smile that is equal parts boyish and dangerous. He started babysitting for me six months ago after I posted in the neighborhood F******k group. The kids adore him. He plays Fortnite with Max for hours, lets Lily paint his nails, and somehow gets them both in bed on time without a single meltdown. I have always appreciated him. Paid him well. Tipped extra. Pretended I didn’t notice how his T-shirts cling to his chest or how his shorts ride up when he is on the floor building Lego towers.

Be rejected his mate both his betrothed mate and his mates from the moon goddess. Unlike myself, mason has a wolf and a very strong one. He is able to teleport to his pack and back to the city just in a flash of lightning. I envy that a lot... "You really want to get on my nerves," he said firing a bullet toward me while I immediately ducked under, dodging the bullet from heating me... "You took my girlfriend away" Mason yelled angrily. "Is that the problem? Sorry I am never gonna apologize " I said getting up to my feet and walking closer to him