Mason Lockwood Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

He had been observing the red-haired vampire as she spoke with the other female through the glass doors of the art gallery. “Mason!” Dylan phoned once more. Mason yelled out, "Coming," and started to move with the rest of the group. When Mason joined them, Dylan commented, "So, she was hot, you know, for a dead person." Dylan was a werewolf who was 37 years old and had stopped growing since he was in his late 20s. Like Mason, he was tall and slim, but when his dark hair wasn't tied back, it hung to his shoulders.

I pleaded scooping her into my arms as I ran with her back to the Mansion, I pushed my way towards the entrance, Father growled suddenly, I snapped my head to him, his eyes were turning red and his fangs were elongated, I knew that it's his vampire spirit shooting out. "Mason..." Mother called, smashing her lips on his as he kissed him violently, Lily's blood was still dripping and it was what was affecting him. He shut his eyes, kissing his mate at the same pace, I could feel that the scent was making his sanity disappear, he pushed Mother suddenly from himself, as his eyes aimed at Lily and his tongue flicked across his lips. "Mason..." Mother called again. He shut his eyes trying to contr

Mason didn’t waste a second. He sprinted down the hallway with superior werewolf speed; he is an alpha after all, with Lycan blood. His instincts were screaming louder than any logic. When he reached Aria’s door and found it locked, he didn’t hesitate. His arm began to shift, bones cracking and stretching as fur and claws took form, just enough to force the lock. With a guttural snarl, he smashed the door open. Julian was close behind, startled by Mason’s precision. Mason didn’t even pause to scan the room; he charged straight into the ensuite bathroom.

I remain standing for a moment, studying him—this vampire who brought me clothes, who’s offering me shelter, who claims his mate was a werewolf. I mime writing again, more insistent this time. “Right—paper.” He stands and rummages through a drawer, returning with a small notebook and pen. “Here.” I take them gratefully and write quickly: Who are you? “My name is Mason,” he says, reading over my shoulder. “I don’t think I need to tell you I’m a vampire.” Why are you helping a werewolf? “My dead mate used to be a werewolf.” My hand freezes mid-word. I look up at him, searching his face for any sign of deception. He meets my gaze steadily, grief flickering in his brown eyes.

She said as candy searched for Edward with her eyes. Edward was still looking around for some herbs when some howling noise awoke his spirit. It sounded like one of his blood clans, Alpha Marcus. He knew that something bad was happening to him, perhaps he had been attacked by vampires. He growled in anger and immediately transformed himself into a wolf. His eyes lingered in darkness as he sauntered off in a flash. His heart was filled with rage as nothing else mattered to him anymore. He would never hesitate to kill anyone that dared hurt his blood.

like always the woman kept reprimanding me. “Mom, that's enough…he's not a god,” I said, getting irritated by her lecture. If only she knew the man she was praising. Mason was a werewolf and an alpha. “We would rather not make mistakes and get caught…keep this in mind” this time she whispered through clenched teeth. It seemed my dinner was ruined. I was about to leave when Mr. Wilder walked in. “Everything okay?” He asked and my mom and I kept quiet as if we were kids caught gossiping.

It was the hair of a Supernatural being; it was the hair of a werewolf. “We have to get the asshole who did this, I will kill the person myself.” Mason said in anger, so furious that his claws had slipped out of his fingers and his bright blue werewolf eyes were visible for a moment. I flipped a comfy chair to its natural position. The covering at the back was ripped off but the chair itself was ‘sitable’ all the same. I began to busy my mind with all possibilities that were before us. It could be that he had been in a big fight and got hurt...but then what about his wife and two little kids?

Mason told me, giving me a quick hug. "Mase hold on" I grabbed his arm before he could walk away. "I'm sorry for ordering you, but it wasn't the time to fight" I said, he nodded in understanding and hugged me again. "Do you need an ... intake?" I asked. I knew that he had shared blood with the drunk human a few days before, but I knew he couldn't take as much from a human as he could from a wolf. "Nah I'm good for now" Mason smiled before he pecked my forehead and left. I turned to Brody who was deep in thought, I had a feeling he was mind linking with someone.

I walked to the door and crossed my hands across my chest with my feet spread wide. "This is Ivan, alpha of the Southeast pack. I am Morris, vampire of the Southeast clan." The older male spoke after taking a seat on the couch. "I am Mase." He rested his hand on the woman's thigh. "This is my mate, Lacy, and our child, Meesha. Our friends are Treson and his sister Marisol." He took a deep breath, glanced at me, and quickly looked away. "We want no trouble with you and yours. We will leave here today and go north."

She failed to notice the gaze that Marcus gave her while doing so. “Sleep.” he commanded. “I can’t sleep in this-,” Kaleen’s next words left unsaid as her eyes fluttered closed. Like a floating object in a tub, Marcus left the room, came in greeting with the bloodied hallway leading to his room. The only living vampires left standing there were the three elder women who brought the Moon flower to cure the king’s bride. The rest healer who failed faced the wrath of the king and had their blood spilled the hallway. “Bring me the rest of the cure before sundown tomorrow.” Marcus ordered.