Mason Dark Novels & Stories

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

Throwing him the middle finger over my shoulder, I walk to the very man who hits all the damn buttons of my self-control and nerves. The Light is dimmed In here. The room reeked of alcohol, weed, and sex. Mason is a dick. But he's an even bigger dick when he's intoxicated. Today is just not the day to deal with this kind of shit. There are empty bottles of different kinds of wine. Expensive shit, too.

(Mason) The Warren Global Foundation gala is on Saturday, and I’ve spent most of Friday afternoon trying to talk myself out of what I’m about to do. I’m not winning the argument. The argument keeps going like this. Mason. You’re a grown man. You own a mergers and acquisitions firm. You’re about to weaponize a twenty-six-year-old woman whose primary crime is being too sincere about wellness, in order to provoke a public outburst from the husband of the woman you’re in love with.

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.”

He moved with the silence of a predator and the ease of a man who owned the dark. He crouched near me, not touching, an arm resting on his knee. His eyes were too bright in the moon, and they measured me like a market buyer. “You shouldn’t walk packlands at night, little one.” I swallowed. “Who are you?” He let out a chuckel. “A dangerous thing to ask in the Wildlands.” He straightened. “Name’s Mason.” Mason looked at me like a curious animal. “You smell like a bond and trouble,” he said. “Alpha’s mark still clings to you.”

“Mason just arrived too.” Sure enough, Mason stood near the entrance, surrounded by a group of admiring lesser wolves. He wore his formal Alpha robes—midnight blue fabric embroidered with silver thread that caught my eye when he moved. His dark hair was well styled, and he gestured animatedly as he spoke, commanding the full attention of his audience.

Mason takes a sip of the hot drink before setting it on the table. " You don't like it?" I ask and he sighs. " I am a whiskey person. Something to set my nerves ablaze." He confesses and I nod. " Don't get me wrong, I am not an alcoholic. It's just that my work needs someone who is always on their toes. " He continues and I give him a look of understanding. " So you are a police officer or something?" I ask, making Mason laugh. His laugh is music to my ears and it sends a shiver down my spine.

Drake absorbed everything that Mason discovered slowly. 'Who is this guy who is obsessed with Nyra?' He asked. Mason knows about his friend very well. If he consider something as his, then there is no turning back for him. Its natural that he is possessive about his mate, more than usual. 'He is harmless as far as I asked around' Mason replied. 'Ok, I will come back in a few hours' Drake said and disconnected the mind link. He can mind link with anyone out there if the other party is a shifter. Let it be a dragon or a wolf.

Mason asked as we walked back home funny enough he lived in the same apartment complex as me and due to experience it took me a while to finally accept that not all people are evil, especially when you have a short experience of someone like Sylvester. Funny enough how I didn't hear from him again. “Well it was fun, I had friends and families, I had a job and I pretty much had my life together!*. Liess!!!!!! “I have only been to Chicago once and that was it, I went to my grandma's funeral last year!” Masin explained. Mason was a tall chocolate skinned man. He had a beautiful set of brown eyes and his hair was very much curly. His skin looked so flawless that it looked like hot chocolate.

Even if they were ordered to. “No need to thank me, I actually requested this assignment,” He winks, flashing me a panty-melting smile. Mason was very easy on the eyes, with his longish brown hair that curled around his ears and those soft brown eyes. He was tall and muscular with a lean build. I had noticed him the first time I visited my best friend at MacTire. But my eyes were always looking for a certain werewolf that I couldn’t get out of my head. Hunji.