Mason Dark 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?”

Mason informed and the figure finally turned to face him, revealing his old, wrinkly face. “Perfect! Perhaps, it's time to show Noah Cooper that he can never defeat me. He probably thinks I'm rotting away in prison.” He chuckled, kicking the bottle in front of him, a deep growl resonating from his throat. “I'm very excited for you to finally show your face.” Mason grinned, rubbing his chin. “Oh yes! Soon, he will know that Don Romero can never be defeated. I am back, and better.” His laughter tore through the silent night, like a predator ready to devour.

"That's enough for now. We'll make our move tomorrow. They'll never expect us to return so soon. By the time they realise what's happening, it'll be too late." As the group dispersed to ready themselves for the impending assault, Mason approached Lex with an air of ominous intent. The dark warlock's gaze bore into Lex, a glimmer of twisted amusement dancing in his eyes. "I need to release some of the pent-up energy coursing through me after our earlier setback," Mason declared, his tone vicious. Lex met Mason's gaze with a mix of caution and curiosity, aware of the volatile energy simmering just beneath the surface of the dark warlock's demeanour. He could sense the darkness swirling within

I nodded, “Sounds like you didn't give up afterall. Before Bolton receives words about the fight here and prepare for us, we must crush his quickly.” “The Dark moon pack will not be our greatest worry. Bolton is old and a fool, we'll walk under his nose and deliver a huge blow.” Mason stated. Hearing the name, I paused even though it wasn't my first time hearing it. “The Dark moon pack...does it by chance have anything to do with the dark moon Goddess? Do you know anything about this?” I eagerly asked him. Alpha Mason squinted his eyes, “I do think so..oh yes,the pack was name after the Dark moon goddess, Velmora.”

She sits up and looks at him over her shoulder "You should have listened. So your going to shut the fuck up, take your ass down there with them following behind you and listen to the plan he has in hopes of saving what you claim is the love of your life and your kids" "Fucking hell my dicks hard" Alex says making Sapphire turn to him and wink. "Damn princess, let's get this over with so I can have my way with you" Ace says as he helps her off the bed. Mason was the one person the brothers thought they would never work with, especially given that hes been a shadow in his own family and all things related to the mafia side of things. Mason was known as the one to stay out of the fight unless h

Kota chuckled, “I’m enjoying watching him squirm a little.” “You will show your Alpha respect!” Kydence growled. “Who are you? And how did you get onto our territory?" She demanded to know. Mason chuckled, “Wow! You have a real spitfire.” He said. “Since Alpha boy hasn’t introduced me, I’ll do it myself,” He said bowing and then held out his hand, “I’m Mason BlackPaw, it’s a pleasure to meet you Alpha Kydence Shadow BlackPaw.” He smiled and bowed again. She stared at him with confusion.

Greyson “Oh, yes, Sir, I’m flexible. I take yoga classes. It really helps with my flexibility.” She ran an unnervingly long red talon up her smooth, orange leg, thrusting her cosmetically enhanced tits out and continued waffling about yoga. It’s not what I had in mind when I asked if she was flexible after explaining the position involved occasional travel. Ever since I agreed to that damn interview for a vacuous gossip rag, money grabbing harlots like the one toying with her scrawny legs in my office plagued my life. I should have guessed they'd infiltrate my professional life when Mabel announced her intention to retire. And I should've known better than to mention my deep craving for a re

Mason adds flatly, “this is the part where I’d be proud.” I grin and lean forward. “No worries, man. I’ll carry the pride for you. Heavy burden, but I’ve got the biceps.” Mason’s lips twitch—not quite a smile, but the closest he’ll ever get. Without another word, he turns and heads down the path toward the dorms. “Friendly guy,” I mutter. Eva exhales like she’s been holding it in. “That’s Mason. Executioner since before I was brought here.” “No relation to Elder Mason, I take it?”

“No is no.” Mason chuckled. “You are cute when you try to act brave.” He commented, lifting her chin to look at him. “But it seems you don’t know who I am yet. Brownie.” He leaned in, his voice low and deadly. “My name is Mason King. Son of the Alpha king of the Everbite pack and soon to be Alpha. Brother to Darius King—the same Darius who can rip throats out without blinking, he thrives on pain, and I thrive on chaos.”

He smiled, “my name is Derek Erwin Russell, middle name after my grandfather who raised me. I'm 29 and a Sagittarius. My mom … slept around a lot from a young age, she only cared about money and status and blah blah, I don’t think she even knew for sure who my father was for a long time. I lived with my grandparents from infancy. My mom later married my real father and wanted us all to be a happy family but I could care less. It’s all so fake. I mean my grandfather is a complete stuck up snob, don’t get me wrong, but you know where you stand with him, he is straightforward and I try to be that way too.” I raised my eyebrow at that, “really because it literally seems like everything about you