Mason Dark Novels & Stories

Oliver has just come out of the shower so he is drying off but mason is just about to go in so I go with him after I've undressed. Mason is extremely pretty. He has muscles and a short beard but his face is so soft and gentle. He is the most friendly person I've ever met and is so compassionate and caring with me. I love his wavy black hair and long eyelashes. Mason is also transgender. He has had top surgery but not bottom surgery, but that doesn't make him any less of a man to anyone here at the club. Obviously there are people who don't want to have sex with mason because that's their preferences but most doms don't mind. Anyways, Mason's strikingly good looks always reel in the men.

He is known as the outcast of his pack and ran out of his home on the night of the red moon and crossed paths with Nora Blackwood. Mason Stanford - The second son of the Alpha of Blue moon pack. He is arrogant and a power-hungry man who looks down on everyone around him. He is betrothed to the female Alpha, Nora Blackwood. And he is willing and ready to cross every length to be mated and married to her for the power that she possesses...

He was rubbing soothing circles on my back just like he always did whenever I was anxious or nervous about something. We made it to the main floor where so many people were already present, on seeing Damien some men did a small bow, I didn't pay much attention to everyone's action as I was trying my best to smile. Ruhee passed a grin with a small thumbs up. She was standing with a woman who looked slightly older than her. An old couple made their way in our direction with a young guy following them. "They are the alpha and the luna of the dark moon pack," Damien whispered in my ear, "behind them is their son, the future alpha of the pack."

“He was not able to tap in to his abilities. When his father helped him gain control over his powers, Jace wanted more. So, he came to me to learn spells.” “You were the one who taught Jace?” Seth asked Mason. “Why are we just now finding out?” “Well, I don’t know how you guys didn’t figure that out.” Aunt Nancy said. “Mason is the only Warlock in Louisiana.” “Yeah, you have your potion shops and voodoo stores on Bourbon Street, but you should notice that none of those stores really sell.” Mason stated. “So, are you going to join this alliance?” Dante asked Mason. “I’m not so sure.” Mason said. “To be honest, we don’t really know how much Eric is bringing to the table. Yeah, he has the polic

Me. “You coming?” He shoots his head back inside. I nod and step out of his pickup and follow him into Mason’s breakfast bar. It’s a quirky joint, all brick and wood on the outside with a large timber door. The sign is black slate with white paint on it in large capital letters, MASON’S BREAKFAST BAR. Old man Mason has owned the joint for longer than my daddy has been alive. Rumor has it that old man Mason is in his eighties. Well you wouldn’t think it to look at him.

My uncle? "Drake Mason, He was the second son born to Madden Mason. The Alpha of Dark woods pack. Mark Mason, who became Mark Benett, your father. Drake didn't approve of his father forcing Mark to challenge Alpha Edward. Ah, a story for another time." I looked up to see Damon staring at our interaction. "Son, I am sorry." Damon stormed out of the room. I could hear his clothes tearing, as he ran for the woods, trying to hold back his shift.

But he’s irritating as hell because he always shows up and disrupts my peace as if he has nothing better to do. "Oh, come on, Damian. Work is boring. I’d rather go find a single Omega and have some fun," Mason says with a cocky grin. "Besides, I don’t think anything is more important than annoying you." I scoff, already sick of his antics. Mason has never been serious about finding a mate. "Then go and have fun. Just don’t waste your time in my office. And one more thing—stop flirting with my employees, Mason!" "That’s exactly why I love coming here," Mason says shamelessly. "Fenrison Group has so many gorgeous employees, Damian. I feel like visiting every day." He laughs in that obnoxious w

His dark gaze met mine as soon as I stepped inside. “Good, we’re all here,” Hades said, motioning for me to take a seat. “We’ve got something important to discuss.” I sat, feeling my wolf stir uneasily inside me. Atlas leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. “There’s been an incident on the eastern border.” My head perks up in full attention. That’s where the rogue commune is located, hiding behind a barrier Tatum told me about. “A rogue was found dead. Slaughtered, to be precise. And not by one of our own.”

Keeping a blank look on my face, I slipped into the bathtub. "I-Im sorry," he muttered. "I shouldn't be affected. I know-" "There's nothing to be sorry about, Mason," I sighed, the hot water stroked my muscles, easing them. "I am sorry that I asked this of you. I shouldn't tease you like that." "Y-Yeah," he cleared his throat awkwardly before linking with my mind. "All we have is seven days, right?" "Yes. Seven days to take down Hayden Storm," "He is the commander of death, Nova," Mason disputed. "How are we supposed to kill a legend like him?"

“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.