Mason Ryder Novels & Stories

the man said as he stepped out of the shadows. He was tall, like most dragonkin with Sire blood were, I reckoned he was in his mid-thirties or so. He had light blue eyes and dark brown hair that hung down to his shoulders. His clothes were expensive and his hands looked like they had seen plenty of fights. “The infamous Ryder Grey, elite hunter of the supernatural world, we meet at last,” he said as he sat down on the chair that Clifford had placed in front of me. “I assume you’re Carlson,” I said to him and he smiled at me.

I was sure the moon goddess would give Mason someone better, that would love him genuinely, and he wouldn't feel like he needed to compete with anyone. We made a lot of stops because I had to eat and I had to pee. Mason laughed at me while Marcus grumbled. They took turns driving while I slept most of the time at the backseat of the jeep. We arrived at the gunsmith's house. His name was Isaac Western, he was the only gunsmith that made bullets capable of killing werewolves, and because of that, he was filthy rich. I knew Marcus had more money, but for a human, he was filthy rich. What Marcus had was generations of hard work, this man, made his money in his lifetime.

Greyson “Oh, yes, Sir, I’m flexible. I take yoga classes. It really helps with my flexibility.” She ran an unnervingly long red talon up her smooth, orange leg, thrusting her cosmetically enhanced tits out and continued waffling about yoga. It’s not what I had in mind when I asked if she was flexible after explaining the position involved occasional travel. Ever since I agreed to that damn interview for a vacuous gossip rag, money grabbing harlots like the one toying with her scrawny legs in my office plagued my life. I should have guessed they'd infiltrate my professional life when Mabel announced her intention to retire. And I should've known better than to mention my deep craving for a re

I completed for him. "No, you're wrong about that, Gen. Everything would have changed between us." He got up and started walking slowly towards me. "You thought I would have let you go...just like that? Gen, you were mine...once." "I was never yours, Mason." I said, retreating slowly. "What we had wasn't defined, so no, I was never yours. I've told you before, Mason, and I'll keep telling you, I don't have feelings for you. I've been in love with Ryder all my life. And even till now, he's still the only man for me. The only man I'll ever love."

Did the rest of you hear it as well? “Papa, Em, huh? Well, I like it!” Mate of my son, that deep voice you heard was Mason. He is Ryans Lycan wolf. He is the only of his kind to exist and has many abilities that the rest of us do not have. One of those is he has the ability to speak out just like us. You’ll get used to it soon. The rest of us find it amusing as fuck when listening to them argue back and forth with one another. They look silly as shit cause they share a body but each have their own voice.

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...

We do that so my guards can have the day off and so he and I get to spend time together, but since my birthday a little over a month ago, Bronx has decided he has more important things to do than spend time with me. What important things, you ask? Who knows? He won’t tell me. He just says he needs time alone with the guys. Which guys, you ask? Who knows? He won’t tell me that either. For the past five weeks, he leaves on Sunday morning and doesn’t come back until after dinner as if it were no big deal. Sorry, I’m being rude. I should introduce myself before I complain too much about my life. My name is Kas Mason. I have been the Luna Regent of the Blood River werewolf pack in Montana for a l

Ryder rushed towards me once he heard the bedroom door opening. He halted in his steps when I glanced at Jason instead. My chest ached when I noticed the pained look on Ryder’s face. “My mom is calling you.” I informed Jason to which he frowned before following me inside. I had to glance downwards to avoid Ryder’s gaze while closing the door behind Jason. My mom did not hesitate to ask Jason about Ryder’s connection to the underground world. “Ryder is part of an underground gang who helps the police department in catching underground criminals and mafia gang members specializing in selling drugs to teenagers and kidnapping girls.” Jason paused for a split second to look at me before glancing

Today I will get married to the man I hate so much. The man who is known to be the most successful Businessman of New York .... James Russo…. The knock on the door made my tears halt and I quickly wiped them. Mason Ronaldo, my father, my seller, the reason why I sold my soul to devil, entered the room and tears welled up my eyes again. I wonder if mum was alive would she have let my father and brother emotionally blackmail me to marrying….. “Daughter, you look so beautiful....so so beautiful that it feels as if a angel has descended from the heavens” Je complemented as he moved my way and kissed me on my forehead.

He must remain calm. "Oh, I heard that Ivy's boyfriend was voted the man of the year by the economics magazine." Mason suddenly appears next to Ryan. "I wonder where you disappeared to, my dear friend." Mason was teasing Ryan by comparing him to Luke. Indeed, Ryan didn't make the cut for last year's list of successful young entrepreneurs in the country. It seemed like something Ryan couldn't care less about, but those around him silently judged and looked down on him. Mason just enjoys teasing Ryan whenever he gets the chance, as it's a hobby of his and he finds pleasure in it. Also, in doing so, Mason might inadvertently help improve Ryan's unusual mood by providing a distraction or lighten