Mason Dark Novels & Stories

I looked at him confused. “You all know about the Greyback curse. Every one of use aren’t able to find out mated until we’ll after our 18th birthdays. Only the first born son will be given the Dark Wolf curse along with the death of the mother who bore this child.” He looked at me with concern.

He decided to wave his hands and greet him. "Good morning, Mister. Are you Chris?" He asked, still wearing his smile. "Mister? What are you saying? Woah, I can't believe this. Drop that act, Lenan. Don't you remember me? And who's that Mister, huh? I'm Chris Clarkson, just to remind you of my real name." The tall guy said as he watched his amused face and probably embarrassed for not recognizing him earlier.

She always helps others even if it be a bloody murderer. Mason King; the leader of the most powerful gang, Viri Sanguinum. He is said to be cold, ruthless and a blood thirsty killer. He never grants mercy. Never helps nobody. But as they say, no one is born with bad. Circumstances make them. What possessed him to do this? With a dreadful past that still haunts him, Mason was bound to become bad. *** What if certain circumstances lead them to collide? Opposites attract they say. Is it possible in this case?

And now, something else, something like the beast he’d just faced, was waiting for her in the dark. Mason stood at the edge of the abandoned railyard, his breath steaming in the cold, his nerves pulled taut like wire. The city lights glowed faintly in the distance, but here it was all shadows and silence, broken only by the creak of rusted steel and the occasional scurry of rats. He wasn’t alone; he could feel it, every instinct screaming at him.

I was trying to figure out what to do to get the money I needed. After cleaning and finishing my shifts without acknowledging Markos, it was time to go home. I changed back into my clothes so I could get ready to leave. But, as I was arranging my work clothes in my locker, someone appeared behind me. It was a man I didn’t know. He looked about Markos’ age. The only difference was that he was a bit shorter and he had tattoos all over his neck. He had dark hair and equally dark eyes. He may have passed for a pretty boy but there was something dark lying below the surface. He was as scary as Markos.

<★★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★★> Damon stood in the dimly lit room, his eyes scanning the remnants of his brother’s life that had been left untouched since the day of his death. The air was heavy with the scent of old wood and dust, a somber reminder of the time that had passed. This room, once vibrant with the energy of his brother, was now a mausoleum, filled with memories too painful to revisit. Damon had avoided this place for so long, unable to face the reality of his brother's absence. But today, something had drawn him in, a need to connect with the person he had lost so tragically.

I look at the Alpha and then Mason and shrug, "now what?" Blade one of Mason's most trusted coughs, "a witch, a witch or a demon could be doing this, but I'm leaning towards witch." I turn and look at him, his sandy blonde hair is short on the sides and long on the top with waves, his dark blue eyes and bronze skin make him look like a California surfer. Mason nods at him, "could be, but why?" he turns to me, "piss off any witches lately?" I arch a brow at him, "no," I shrug.

But my wolf has been calming by reminding me that her birthday celebration is tomorrow and I’ll be seeing her then. I pray to the goddess that if she forgives me, I won’t scare her away with my wolf. I want her to know we can protect her and keep her safe better than anyone else. Mason isn’t your typical werewolf. Every Alpha of the Dark skys pack gets a special wolf, and he is always stronger than the previous Alpha. Mason is a full-blown Lycan werewolf. He is the most powerful Lycan to exist. He was the first of all the lycans and the goddess saline only blesses a rare blood with his wolf.

"To you I'm ugly. We're ugly, we're nothing, we're—" Ethan shook his head slowly. "And that's the greatest deception of all." His hands moved to my chin. "To us you're not ugly. You are absolute perfection." "To a Dark One," Mason continued, "you're life itself."

He whimpered in pain. "You go to Morgan's High, huh?" Clyde asked. Mason laughed hysterically. "You aren't blind to see that, are you?" Clyde pulled his hair before crashing his face on the desk. He pressed his face hard on it allowing Mason to moan in pain. "Now, you are gonna help me, bring out supernatural beings like you..." "I prefer to die than help you" Mason muttered and Clyde scoffed, with a snicker. "But firstly, Our new dark hunter, Kristen has a job to do before she officially joins us"