Jake Mason Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

So did I. “Want another?” Jace asked, lifting the bourbon bottle. “Last one,” I said, lying. He poured. We drank. Mason sat across, elbows on knees, eyes low, face unreadable. He has that dark mechanic-poet thing—tattoos, scar across one eyebrow, voice that rarely lifts. When he finally spoke, it went through me. “You happy?” he asked. “With Caleb?” I laughed too loudly. “Yeah. Sure. Why?”

Alaric rolls his eyes. His gaze returns to me. “I'm Mason.” “Poppy.” “I know.” Of course he does. Mason looks at Bastian on my other side. Then Alaric. Then Jake. Then Leo. His eyebrows lift slightly, and I brace myself. Here we go. Instead, he surprises me and nods towards Jake. “You're the healer?” Jake lifts his chin slightly. “Yes.” “Ewan's going to fucking love you.” “Why?” Jake blinks.

He was still in a solemn state after not being able to do anything about helping Kayla. There was a slight noise in the field and Jason peeked through to see that it was Jake and Mason. They were obviously coming back from their hunt and because of how popular they were, they attracted a sort of attention from other students. Jake was the first to open the door. He almost slipped and fell the minute he set his eyes on Jason and Ethan. “What the hell! I thought it was only a rumor!” Jake said with a big smile on his face just as he pulled the both of them into a very warm hug.

I asked. “Jackson is the city's bad boy. He runs some of the best clubs in the city. Jace on the other hand is into helping start-ups. He buys a significant amount of their shares. Sometimes it's a good deal, other times, it fails.” I nodded as she explained things to me. I signaled to the workers that I was ready for my own mask and cucumber slices. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, trying to relax. “Jaxon looks a bit tired,” I commented absent-mindedly.

I was still in deep thoughts when I heard a male voice. "Hello , I am Jake" he said stretching forth his hand for a handshake. I realised he is the stranger I was admiring earlier. I noticed he was even more handsome than what I saw earlier, he was about 6 feet tall, well built and his six packs stuck out from his shirt. I also discovered he had the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen, short spiky hair which made him look more handsome and his voice sounded like that of an Angel. Well, I haven't seen any Angel in reality but I have seen them in movies.

Mitch’s parents, dead mere feet away. “Mason,” Jace commands, his voice firm. “Get them away from here.” Mason looks up with shock on his face. His brain is not working. His body is still. “I can’t—” “You can, Mason. Think of something. Get everybody away from here,“ Jace orders with a cold voice. Mason gets up with shaky legs. Jace turns around, keeping his arm on my shoulder, and grabs Mason's shirt. “Get it together. Do whatever you must. Later is the time to fall apart. Focus.”

Jacob approached me as I walked into the kitchen. “So what’s the deal boss, why are we here?” I grabbed the bottle of scotch from the self and a glass. I poured myself a glass and sipped it. Jacob stared at me waiting for an answer. I flashed a devilish grin at him. “We are going to war.” He looked at me, confused. “With who and why?” I finished my drink and set the glass down. “Joseph King. He shouldn’t have double-crossed me.”

I said as I pretended to think. “I am!” Mason spoke up. “That's why I look more mature and I am taller than my younger brother, Jace.” He added as he stood up on his toes. “We look exactly the same and we have the same height, stupid! Standing on your toes doesn't really make you taller.” Jason said as he face-palmed himself. "Your stupid actions prove that I am more mature and hence the elder one!” Jason added with a smug smile. I chuckled as I heard Xander groan in frustration.

Drake POV (three days prior) Running into the Pack house and down to the conference room, I go through the open door to see the top warriors, Beta Gregory, Beta Reid, Gamma John, and my eyes finally landing on Alpha Jackson. Stomping over to him, I can see Beta Gregory starting to stand to try and get in front of Alpha Jackson. He doesn’t make it before I deliver a couple solid punches to Jackson’s face. Beta Gregory then grabs me from behind as Alpha Jackson makes a move to punch me; however, Reid is there stepping in between us and pushing Alpha Jackson back away from me. Taking my arm and pulling me over to sit by John and him, I pull my arm out of his hand and breathing heavily, walk

He is a good lad. “It was a misunderstanding,” I say. Jake hums before he pulls me closer to him. His free hand moves to my cheek, where the other pack’s alpha had put his hand. I look into Jake’s eyes and he moves his hand from my arm to my waist. “I do not like Mason. He made tonight significantly harder than it had to be. You handled him well.” Jake moves his face closer to mine. I smile up at him. “He almost got you,” I say, jokingly which causes Jake to laugh.