Novel & Cerita Mason Dark

And there he was. Mason Chen. Six feet two of lean muscle and careless arrogance, dark hair pushed back from his forehead like he'd just rolled out of someone's bed, jaw set in that permanent sneer that made him look like he was bored of you before you even opened your mouth. He was wearing a black button-down with the top three buttons undone, gold chain resting against his collarbone, sunglasses pushed up into his hair even though it was past nine at night. He looked like every bad decision I'd never let myself make.

Mason sat down on the chair and crossed his legs on the table "Just because you two have a secret hideout? He gives you candy? Take care of you. Layla Layla!! Don't you know this world?" "How do you know the hideout? It was between me and Zion?!" Layla yelled and Mason laughed like he knew something we didn't. "Zion was a psychopath narcissistic, his emotions towards you were nothing but fake," There was something about Mason that I couldn't understand. "Keep that name out of your mouth!! Don't you dare insult Zion! Have some respect for the dead!" Layla yelled. "The dead?" Mason knelt down, "Let's have a minute of silence for the Dead, may Mason Mosiahs soul rest in peace."

The cracks never opened so much in my soul and my gnawed heart never felt so much pressure than now. “I don't know why you start crying, be thankful that you're still breathing. “Maybe it's better to die. “You don't want to die, Luna. “She states with sarcasm. I don't answer him. He is an idiot, a fucking rapist and murderer. It is all that and other adjectives that define a macabre being. “Despite being inexperienced, I had a good time,” he says deliberately.

My eyebrows which were raised in surprise came down when she began to speak. "Thank you. Thank you, Moon Goddess. There's no way I would've survived going back there." She whimpered and Rachel held her tighter. "Alpha. Alpha." My head guard, Darion called and my angry eyes- calmed by that memory- snapped to him. "The mole has been found, Alpha. I've just been mind linked by the team." He told me and my anger returned in full. "More details." "He is Festus of the Information Team, they found out he was working for Denver, the leader of the rogues."

Despite their frenzied search, the elusive Ronin seemed to elude them, slipping through their fingers like a ghostly wisp. Mason, a tormented soul consumed by his lust for revenge, was no stranger to darkness. The tragic loss of his loved ones at the hands of the Ronin had twisted his mind and shattered his spirit, leaving him a vessel of hatred and anger. He was aware that the Priest, a mystical figure with otherworldly powers, had sensed the presence of the Ronin on Earth. This realization only fueled Mason's determination to intensify his search for the elusive warriors. He knew that if he were to exact his revenge, he must first find the Ronin and wipe them out.

They did not take the initiative either, so naturally, he did not do it as well. They did not understand him like Zaria and others. Typically having light orange hair with pale white skin and blue spectacles, and not to forget his light blue iris engulfing black pupil eyes. With a lazy grin and blue hoodie on him almost every day, Mason Waters resembled a genius hacker from Hollywood movies. Blue was his favourite, and scientists like Thomas Edison were his inspiration. His bond with Zaria was the strongest. She was the sister he never had. According to the girls, he was the most cutest of all.

I sighed, my disappointment visible. Mason wasn't the face behind the mask, he was just a witch blessed with a gift of dream. He could see visions and memories that weren't his. That's how he knows about us being werewolves and about the Red ghoul. “Yeah, no shit. You just broke into my room and nearly killed me for nothing.” Mason shot back. “Don’t make me regret it,” I warned, my patience thinning. “Well, after I had those visions, I did some digging about the Red ghoul mask—and you won't believe what I found out.” Mason said, leaning forward, eager to share.

Ironically, it was the first of all three jobs I currently have, but the less I explain why, the better. Nobody likes a Debby downer. I slipped out of the cab, paid my fare, and skipped towards the back door. Unsurprisingly so, it was quieter down here, lit up by dim flourescent lights, my half-naked colleagues, and— “You're late, Mia” A stern, built figure cut across my path, towering over me instantly. Mason had on his familiar dark cotton coat, that barely ever did enough to hide his alluring physique. Despite all of this, I stepped up to him, and tiptoed high enough to tuck one of the curls of his pitch black hair behind his ear.

“Really.” “How are you feeling now?” Annabelle asked. “Upset. Pissed off. Furious.” He chuckled darkly taking everyone by surprise. “ When I get my hands on that werewolf…” He tightened his grip on the mug until cracks began to form on it. “Death will be nothing compared to what I’ll do to it!!" He squeezed the mug until it shattered into pieces.

Mason looked like a regular teenager which he would have been but he came in contact with his grandmother’s ghost when he was eight years old and he can see them ever since as well as the ability to levitate and become invisible like a ghost. Mason is a seventeen years old dark tall young man with an amazing British accent and a slender body, one could say he lives at the gym with his intimidating shoulders and abs. his black long locus (shoulder length) green charming eyes, pointed nose, long eyelashes, his deep sweet voice which melted girl with just a word. “Hey Mason!, you're up early, what's the rush?!” Lena asked as she made space for him to sit next to her. “I have a date. I am super