Mason Dark Novels & Stories

Darkle laughed with some sarcasm, wondering if he was not afraid when seeing his whole herd had been killed a while ago, and these two were the ones who killed them and no one else. Why not be afraid?? Does he trust his strength to this degree or does he not care about his life? Do you think that Mars and Zayn can't kill him? " Come on, my girl, come forward." NBS laughed at Mars inside him when he saw his father's Mate standing confidently in front of him Yes his father's mate! Because he is not a legitimate son! He is the son of a witch whose father had an illegal relationship with her, so he took the power of witches and the power of werewolves, a hybrid yes.

Mason is already sitting at the table sipping his coffee like he's in a café legs crossed black blazer the big day he says with a grin ready for the wolf den. "Ready as I can be," I mutter Hearing Mason enter the room moments later, dressed in all black looking like he just lifted the matrix. He doesn't say much like usual he just gives me a once-over and nods guessing that's his way of saying he approves of my outfit choice.

We sat in silence. Then he nudged my shoulder. “You stink, by the way.” I smirked. “So do you.” We laughed. Mason appeared a moment later with three mugs of something hot and suspiciously bitter-smelling. He handed me one. “For the soreness. And the visions.” I took it gratefully. “Thanks, doc.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m not a doctor.” “No, but you’re bossy, emotionally repressed, and always vaguely annoyed. So, same vibe.”

“You’re Ryden freaking Braxton. If you trust Amelia and Ren, you can trust me. I sneaked all the time to bring chocolate bars. Chocolate is not allowed here as you know. Follow me.” We entered the elevator like everyone else. It took a while till it stopped on the ground floor. After we checked out with our fingerprints, we followed the guy outside. It was already dark. The sun just sat down. “What’s your name?” Nora asked. “Mason.” We followed him to walk for a few meters. I understood the seclusion, and this place was probably protected with cloak and magic and used portals to go places to places, but if Mason could go out and enter, what was the point?

" Michael spoke softly to Theo, akin to a father offering sincere and heartfelt counsel to his child. Mason eventually pieced everything together, realizing that their Luna might have recollected everything, causing him to hold Theo responsible for his mother's demise. As he looked at his alpha for the first time, he noticed a sense of defeat in him. Mason was about to comfort him when Theo interjected. "My parents wouldn't want to see me if they were still alive. I really messed things up this time," he admitted with a heavy sigh, filled with despair. Dark, who felt Theo’s self-disappointment, coiled within him. His wolf instinctively wanted to provide solace. Yet, having lived many lives a

Then he stood up, rounded the table and to my surprise, wrapped me in a big, bear hug. Mason was extremely handsome. At five feet eight plus my three inch heels, I wasn’t a small woman, but Mason towered over me with about four inches. He had long blond hair, and dark green eyes. He looked like a Viking. Well, if Vikings wore cargo shorts and T-shirts that is. “Is today costume day?” I asked when he pulled away. He threw his head back and laughed. “No. We just like to be comfortable when we work.

I could feel the darkness radiating off him, the air between us was thick with the scent of whiskey and the sharp, chemical edge of the drugs. "You smell so good," he whispered, his face dipping toward my shoulder. "Will you satisfy me tonight?" he muttered. "Please... Kiran, stop," I whimpered, my breath hitching as I tried to shrink away. "You’re not yourself... you don't know what you’re saying." Suddenly, he stopped. He pulled back just an inch, his heavy breathing ghosting over my skin. He reached up, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped my eye.

he said, throwing a file my way. I went through the file and found out that Mason was stripped of his license a long time ago in Canada because he became obsessed with a married woman, drugged her, and made her pregnant. The name of the woman is Mavis... This is the same woman who always disrespects my wife. What game is Mason playing? I look at the two newfound family favorites and smirk.

She is literally a foreigner. "Mason is from a noble family and so am I, so that means that I'm the only one in position to help him get a daylight ring as we are also age mates. Unfortunately he has to wait for another five years." I explained. "two years has gone since then so he would wait for the next three years" I added "Oh, then that makes sense. Five years of hiding from the sun and living a nightlife, that's sickening." Mason and I were never friends so I never felt guilty about what happened but with Paisley's comment? I thought out of the box, I really put him in deep shit... Sadly, the person he hates so dearly is his only saviour in this case.

Angrier. Mason turned to Ransom. "Be at ease, mon amis. I am what is known as a gargoyle. Protector and guardian against evil spirits." "You can protect whatever you want, dude. But no one leads or dominates this beast," Asher jammed a thumb into his chest, a sneer on his face. Scarlet snuck a glance at Mason. I do, she mouthed. Mason and I laughed. "What? Why are you laughing?" Asher looked at his brothers. Their faces were as blank as ours were etched with humor.