Mason Dark Novels & Stories

he added. “Extinct, you say? It's no hidden knowledge that they went into hiding after their Vizier and his heir were killed, but his second son lives and has been regrouping” Lucas said. “Still doesn't mean this could be them” Mason argued. “Boy, my eyes have seen war, far more than whatever you’ve witnessed. This is the Darkmoon pack, the scent said it all. Evil.” Lucas deadpanned, his gaze fixated on Mason.

Damon's pov Friday 30th July 2021 ***************************** Tonight I'm trying something new with Mason, I'm going to be using crocodile clips. They're small and metal and have points like a little crocodile. I'll be using regular pegs first then I'll use the metal ones to make him scream. He agreed to it and said he wants to try them so he's in the subs room now as I sit at my armchair and wait for him. Mason has made a new friend, he's called Vincent and he appeared to already be friends with Cole. I think he's Damian's submissive although when I first saw him I assumed he was a dominant. Never judge a book by it's cover I suppose.

“See the M in move on, she added pressure while writing it, the A in and, the cut in between the two lines is bold, the S in someone is printed, the O in someone looks like a Q and the N in monster has a curvy mark at the top.“ he took a piece of paper and wrote on it, “If you bring all these letters together, M.A.S.O.N, Mason. Do you know anyone who goes by that name?“ He asked looking at his son who was seething. “The son of a bitch, it's time I sent him to the afterlife.“ He gritted. “Nemesis?“ Massimo asked. “He is a punk who is trying to take over my position as the Don and is obsessed with Laura. Thank you for pointing this out, I will settle this once and for all.“ He left the house.

"But she can't love you after realizing you're just a man with no dignity and not else but evil Jasper muttered to his boss and he landed a hot slap across his face, how could you uttered such frivolous words do me I can get your tongue cut off for what you did, even not because you're my brother Jasper I know what I can do for you, huh so don't misuse the opportunity I give you Jasper andg do whatever I said. "Ok I'm sorry what do you want us to do now, I want you to kidnap her parents, But Damien don't you think this is outrageous huh." "I'm the boss here Jasper and you all have to ordained to whatever I said and you will be able to go freely whenever I feel, but you refusing to that what

it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant They witnessed how the dark part of the castle devour their comrade “help!” they all flinched when they saw blood splurt out from the corner “My liege will make you regret that you lived this life. Do not have any worries about our new brothers and sisters! Serving our master is our greatest pleasure” the resurrected paladin announced and started attacking the living forces “So, only fighting is our choice here huh?” Alfonso gave up on the idea of escaping ‘at least we have her’ looking at the mad girl, he thought that this is the only good thing that the girl have –her abi

Knowing Mason also had a weird sense about the scene was good. She had watched him before on scenes, and she did enjoy him and his weird sense of humor and honor. He was not bad looking, she thought to herself though she often tried to base any interactions or possible ones off of their personalities instead of outwards looks, having found that the pretty ones often had some issues that she didn’t like too much. Mason was not like that. She would have to guess he was late twenties to early thirties. Not that much older than she was. He was older. She knew that much. He had this sense around him that very little could affect him or his job.

I have waited a year for answers, I will wait for as long as it takes. Finally, just past noon, the tinted doors of the building swung open. There he was, taller than I remember, sharper, dressed in a navy blue suit that looked like it cost more than my rent for a year. His dark hair was slicked back now, his jaw more angular, as if life had carved the softness out of him, but it was still him. My Mason. He laughed at something his companion said, a handsome man in grey suit with an easy stride, and my heart twisted at the sound. I had dreamed of that laugh, I had woken up crying because I couldn’t hear it anymore.

Only a handful of warriors had the authority to breach my privacy without permission, and right now, the man standing in the threshold was the last person I expected to see. It was Mason, the Lead Ranger of our outer territorial scouts—a warrior who had spent the last three years deep in the untamed dead zones, tracking the migration patterns of the rogue packs. His heavy caribou-fur cloak was caked in dried grey mud, his face hollowed by exhaustion, and his boots left dark, melted patches of slush on the stone floor.

They are trembling, one of them weeping silently, staring at a figure in the shadows. Mason steps into the light. He has discarded his jacket, standing in a sweat-stained undershirt that clings to the heavy muscles of his back. He looks like a god of war. He has a thick leather lead wrapped around his fist, the silver buckle dangling like a flail. As I watch, he lashes out, the silver biting into the men’s faces, leaving smoking, blackened welts on their skin. "CONFESS," Mason roars, his shoulders heaving with a terrifying, controlled rage.

supposedly maintained peace, but in reality it was nothing more than a display of dominance. I stood at the edge of the field, trying to stay at the very back so I wouldn’t be noticed. The air was heavy with testosterone and raw wolf energy. Then they arrived. The warriors of the Brown Stone pack marched in like a conquering army. Mason led them. He was tall, broad shouldered, and surrounded by a dark aura that seemed to swallow the afternoon light. A scar ran across his face, and dark tattoos covered his arms, coming alive with every movement of his muscles. They called him the Cruel Alpha. At least, that’s what people whispered behind my back. They said he would tear out your throat before