Mason Lockwood Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

Help me! There was no one outside her room, not even the doorkeeper because when Mason was trying to enter her room, the doorkeeper blocked him, Mason didn’t like it, and he got angry. Mason converted into a Vampire and killed the doorkeeper, so there were only their bodies outside her room.

He knitted his brows watching Mason walk out of the bookshop knowing where the hunter was headed. Up the hill to haunt down the Lycan who murdered his daughter Matilda his brother, Lucifer who he presumed at the moment was still asleep. Mason Salvador was one of the best Lycan hunters in existence with an astonishing over two hundred kill count to his name. He had witnessed firsthand how crafty the Lycan hunter was in their previous encounters. At the moment getting to Lucifer before Mason was his priority.

She pouted then trudged out of the room. Nadia widened her eyes as the man came closer to her. He lifted his own wrist to his mouth and chomped down. The sound of breaking skin sent a cringing shiver down her spine. Blood pooled from the prick and Damon offered her his wrist. Nadia instantly shook her head. “You’re delusional.” She retorted. Damon furrowed his brows. “Vampire blood heals little wolf.” He urged his wrist forward for her to take. “I’m not drinking that.” She pursed her lips.

After Vanessa and Anna hug the living breath out of him, Anna finally goes upstairs to do some homework and four of us are seated at the table once again. Damon’s expression is solemn when he says; “Okay, Mason, tell us what happened. Start from the top.” Mason reaches out and links our fingers once again. Dread and suspense eat away at my guts as he looks over every one of us. “I was attacked…”

Mason swallows, panic breaking through the control he is trying so hard to hold together. “He is on a blood lust again. Mia saw it.” For a second, everything stills. Then Rhoda steps back sharply, pulling the door wider. “Get in,” she says immediately. Mason doesn’t hesitate. He follows her inside, and the door shuts behind them with a soft, final click. And I remain in the corridor. Still. Listening to the silence for any hint of what's going on. I get nothing. Bloodlust, in pondered, recalling Damon's eyes as dark as night. The way he'd stormed the room and pinned me down like a man possessed.

Leonard said, walking over to me with a cold look plastered on his face. “Marcus never ceases to act like a fool most of the time. Why can’t you see that this is not something you can reject? You have to sign it.” Damon said, staring at me with so much rage in his eyes. “What do you take me for? A pawn? You can’t come into my territory and force me to be in an alignment I don’t want to. I am Marcus the Lycan Alpha of this Pack and on that authority bow before me.” I said in a dictating tone as my guards surrounded Marcus and his men immediately.

I forced myself to get up, my newly scarred body protesting every movement. Damien's study was just next door. The safe in his desk had a familiar combination - the date we first met. "I'll never forget this day," he'd told me then, crimson eyes glowing with what I'd thought was love. "The day my blood first recognized her mate." But nothing inside belonged to our story. Instead, I found dozens of bottles of blood supplements for vampire pregnancies, still sealed, pressed against Vivienne's blood test results.

But my father was asking me to marry a man I don't even love? “But father–” “You have no right to speak, Lena. I'm doing this for the betterment of the pack at large including you,” he lashed. By the time I looked behind me, the door flung open revealing Alpha Mason behind. Together with his guards, who looked fierce and very dominating. “We are here to take our bride as agreed,” One of the men beside him spoke aloud. Stepping in front of Alpha Mason. I clenched my fist in anger, my heart throbbing and my knees wobbling beneath. I turned to my father.

he said, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, “But I’ll make it you. I believe it’s you.” What? Before I could even ask what he meant, guards stormed in the forest. “Take him away!” he commanded. Two of them lifted Derek like he weighed nothing. His head lolled to the side, his body weak and limp. He didn’t fight. Didn’t even speak. He was broken. And then, like a shadow gliding across a flame, the masked Lycan turned toward me. His gloved hand reached for mine. “You’re going home with me,” he growled. He gripped my wrist, firm and commanding.

I said as we walked through the doors and he helped me to where the main office was, “To be frank, I’m going to try and avoid them at all costs, knowing my dumbass, I’d end up crushing on them if they were in any of my classes.” “Don’t get me wrong, they’re not bad people, but they don’t date,” He said as we got to the main office, “They’re Weres and they’re searching for their mate, so they don’t do casual dating.” “Neither do I, but that’s beside the point,” I said as I walked up to the front desk, “Excuse me, can I get my schedule?” “Of course, dear, what’s your name?” “Mason, Mason Jameson.”