Mason Dark Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I hide my smile behind the curtain of curls falling into my face. “No, I’m not.” “Yes, you are,” Damon replies without missing a beat. Mason stares at him for a long second before his expression twists into betrayal. “You’re taking her side,” he accuses with a scowl. “I should’ve known.” He shakes his head dramatically. “That’s why I miss Darren. He’s more fun to hang out with.” He hops off the ledge, dusting imaginary dirt off his pants very dramatically. I pause mid-hop to stare at Mason like he has just said the most absurd thing imaginable.

I need that hug right now, I want to give one back in return. It's then I see someone approaching from behind. Leonard can't see Mason, the quietest member of our team, who goes by the name of Mace because basically because he gets in, gets the job done, and does it with the quickest efficiency any of us have ever seen. We joke it's because he's a single dad, and has to jerk it fast. Today I'm not joking, and my heart is in my throat as I see him get closer to the two standing on the sidewalk.

I asked her. "His name is Mason and he left a few hours ago, he didn't stay long." She said and drank her water. "So, is her your boyfriend or something?" I asked her. Not knowing was killing me. I had to know. "No, Mason is just a friend, he was telling me about his great grandmother's diary, he said that he thinks it might have some information about the darkness. I told him to bring tomorrow so that we can go over it." She said.

Gray processes that, his face shifting through a range of emotions before he rolls his shoulders like he's carrying the weight of the entire club on his back—alone. Like he wasn't just off the grid for a whole damn week, claiming it had something to do with Christine and their demon spawn. Like anyone believes that bullshit. "Mace, I need a drink. This candy isn't doing shit right now," he finally mutters. Mason nods and disappears into the kitchen, returning a few seconds later with a glass of whiskey. He hands it off without a word before moving back to his place against the wall, arms crossed, watchful.

Mason asked as he put on his pants again, and walked to the basin to wash his hands, and then leaned against the door. Mason was a big built man, with tattoos covering his arms and his chest, he didn't have abs but it was very visible that he was a good fighter. A man like him looked dangerous and he was, but he talked too much. His talkativeness did not match his face or his body, it seemed unnatural. "I'm tired of being in this place," he said finally, groaning as he ran his hands in his long shoulder length hair that seemed to grow more every day, "I would kill to just get out of here."

She quickly stood up and ran to another room. "That's awkward." I murmured to Ace. "I second that." He replied. "Ace De Santis." He grinned at Ace as he wore his robe before lighting his cigarette. "Alexia Hale." He smirked. "What the fuck do you want?", I hissed angrily. "I'm Mason. mason Horax." He presented himself with a smile, showing his yellow teeth. "Get to point," Ace stated, "We're not here to fuck around." He continued, removing his gun from his waistband and pointed it at Mason.

"These are two of my associates." Asher studied the men on either side of Michael. The one sitting directly to his right was a very large bald man with crystal clear eyes that held a sense of foreboding. His arms and what Asher could see of his chest from his half undone shirt sported some intricate tattoo. Michael introduced him as Gustavo.

He absolutely doesn't trust me in any way, and I can just tell if I make one wrong move right now, he might actually try to kill me. “Well thank you, also I guess the feeling is mutual Mason, you see, I also have been eagerly awaiting to work with you. Head of the Darkwood snakes,” I responded with a smile. Mason Darkwood, A man known as a monstrous snake that kills quickly huh. This is definitely going to be one exhausting annual ball, but right now, I'm definitely excited about this group of people here with me .