Mason Novels & Stories

Or hunter. “I’m going to check in with Mathias,” Finn states. “Good idea.” Mason ponders, “I can’t link this far away.” He states with a puddled and almost sad look on his face. Opening the door to his room he sighs, “I’ve been spoiled in Cambiador.” Clapping Mason on the shoulder, Finn lets out a deep chuckle “Oh far you have come from sleeping in trees and the cold ground. Meet up later? Hopefully, they bring us food soon.”

he asked, his words laden with incredulity and a hint of sorrow. Mason's smirk widened as he spoke, a sinister satisfaction evident in his tone. "Ah, good old Zion," he remarked, his voice dripping with mockery. "Always judging who is not sticking to your morals and principles. Why would I settle for average when I can be great?" he continued, his eyes gleaming with malice as they settled on John. "And now, I can be the greatest."

I figured I could figure it out faster asking a non-direct question, although now I don't see the logic in it. "Both my parents work here. My dad's a chef and my mom's a maid. I'm a butler, but they're many others." He said." I have to go, but I'll be back. I'll help you with your chores and I'm assigned to keeping you on schedule. Oh, and one more thing. Be careful. Unnatural things happen at this mansion. Whatever you do, don't blow out your candles 'til you have matches, and don't go out at night."

Tessa clenched her fist nervously and chuckled awkwardly. "No. I'm actually going home" She replied. Connor scratched his head and pointed in front. "This isn't the way to your home though" "Yeah... but it's the way to my new home" "What?" He shook his head and Tessa inhaled deeply getting ready for an explanation. *** "Urgh!" Mason grunted painfully and entered his room. He went to his bedroom and sat down on the wooden chair facing a huge mirror. His face was a great definition of sickness and weakness. His face was pale fully sick. His lips were dry, cracky, and white.

Macy exits Anna’s office and the next time her door opens, a six feet inch male figure addressed in all black including his nose mask and face cap, strides into Anna’s office gracefully. She stares at him, observing his every move as he removes his face cap from his head, letting his blond loose curls fall effortlessly. Finally, he removes his nose mask and sends Anna a warm smile, making his green eyes sparkle. Just like someone Anna knew. “Nice meeting you doc, I’m Nicholas Montez,” Anna’s patient says, his smile not disappearing from his face. If not that she had to remain professional till the end of his therapy session, Anna would have definitely found herself squealing in excitement ju

Justin said. “Are you scared that there’s somebody more powerful than the formidable Justin Adams?” Mason joked. “I know there is,” Justin muttered. “His name is Jac Adams!” “Oh, you’re right. How’s everybody at home?” “Still crazy,” Justin replied curtly. “But no one’s crazier than you, of course.” Mason laughed heartily. “I refuse to relinquish the crown. Neither Jordan nor Gian seem fit to wear it.” “Considering you took mischief to extremes, you’re probably right,” Justin said. Even when they were growing up, Mason got into a lot of things. Pot, drinking, smoking, gambling, gangs, street fight

Mason adds flatly, “this is the part where I’d be proud.” I grin and lean forward. “No worries, man. I’ll carry the pride for you. Heavy burden, but I’ve got the biceps.” Mason’s lips twitch—not quite a smile, but the closest he’ll ever get. Without another word, he turns and heads down the path toward the dorms. “Friendly guy,” I mutter. Eva exhales like she’s been holding it in. “That’s Mason. Executioner since before I was brought here.” “No relation to Elder Mason, I take it?”

She added with a tight smile. “Miss Rosalind.” I heard Mason's voice from behind by the stairs. He was in his casuals. A shirt with the two upper bottons opened revealing his tanned smooth chest and a pair of grey shorts. His hair wasn't gelled and looked a bit rugged giving him a different look but no matter how good looking he was, he was my tormentor. Nothing else. I could never see myself falling for a man 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.

Mason The sound of applause filled the hall, loud and endless. The paparazzi cameras flashed from every corner, their bright lights almost blinding, but I barely blinked. I stood tall in my well-tailored dark grey suit as I accepted the award handed to me. “The youngest CEO to ever receive this honor,” the announcer said, smiling at me. “Mason Woods, everyone!” The applause grew louder. People stood from their seats, clapping, some even whistling.