Mason Story Novels & Stories

"If you plan to talk with Mason next, you can check the library. He'd probably there." "You seem to know him a lot. Are you two friends?" Come to think of it, Mason even told Wesley that he'd found me. The viper seemed comfortable sharing information with him. Wesley chuckled. "Worse. We're cousins." "What?" "Yeah, our grandfathers are brothers, so that makes him my third degree cousin," Wesley replied. Now, that's news. I didn't know that the infamous Mason Green descended from the legendary Morgan bloodline. "Go on. I know you needed to talk to him too."

Mason's family is very sweet and welcoming. A few hours have passed and I met most of his uncles, aunties and cousins. I also had the honor of meeting the first ever Werewolf King and Queen. Mason's grandparents. Rena And Phillip King. I have yet to meet Mason's younger brother. He is out on training but is expected to be here by the time everybody sits down for dinner. As the table is being set by the servers ,the door opens and in walks an almost exact replica of Mason and Elijah. Damn how strong are these werewolf genes.

Mason questioned with the brightest smile ever, “I am happy to see you.” “Me too, did you brother see you already?” I asked and he nodded his head, “The Queen?” “I haven't seen the Queen yet, I don’t want to spoil her day but Grandma and Ava were excited to see me,” Mason made faces as he said. Mason was Tristan's step brother from a palace maid, so Tristan’s mother wasn’t fond of him, matter of fact she doesn’t like him. Mason brought his hand forward, “Let’s walk together,” I smiled at him and placed my hand on his hand and we walked together downstairs.

“And my brother, Liam Justin Stone.” “I can say my own name!” Liam also went in for a handshake. “Liam Justin Stone.” Mason rolled his eyes and looked at Xavier. “You have a lot of tattoos and a nose ring. Why?” “They represent each and every journey, both good and bad.” He replied. “My journey through life is an interesting one. Maybe I'll tell you the stories one day. The nose ring, just preference.” “That's dope.” Mason smiled. “So, are you like a relative?”

“You love hearing yourself talk, Mason. Tell us more. Tell us how you ruined Adrian’s empire. Tell us how you’ve been hiding behind Jasper’s chaos like a coward. Tell us why you want so badly to kill the man you’ll never be.” Mason’s laugh was hollow, grating. “Why? Because Adrian had everything. The world bent for him. The name, the respect, the loyalty. And me? I was always the outsider. Always looking in.” He circled slowly, his boots crunching glass, his voice growing sharper with every word. “But I outplayed him. I took the company. I bought his board. I made his allies bleed. And when he’s a corpse at my feet, no one will remember the Adrian name, they’ll only remember Mason.”

He shakes his head, “I was here for three years after I found Marla, my wife was only here for one, then I went home to her. I met Mason by chance, seven years ago in a bar I frequent in NOLA. He was there on business for Sansom. He got exceptionally drunk, and started ranting about how much he despised this woman with orange eyes. I plied him with more drink, sympathising with him, until he let everything slip. The details he gave me, made me certain it was you. So, I volunteered to join him and meet his boss.” She smirks,

said Levi who apparently was getting bored of his friend repeating the same old story to people who they come across. “Am Garfield and this is my mate Elena, and I must say it is nice meeting you” Garfield extended his hands to Mason and the two shook hands and that was the beginning of a union.

'This boy did not freak out at all. "Sit here with ease, young man, you will be listening to a very long story." Mason, at this point, appeared to be truly fascinated and earnest. If he had to win over this scary father-in-law, he had to know him sincerely- his likes, dislikes, things he was most fond of, things he despised and this could be only told by him– the Major, himself. Ah, he was such a genius. "So, you mean that you shot this bear," Mason pointed at the bear's head, "with only one bullet?"

He often retorts to their father, scolding him for him to feel unimportant to him because he is only an illegitimate son. Mason went out of his way to be a pest. But the time came when he said he wanted to work for the company. And a year after that he had an accident. He doesn't think he's ready to handle the company. But because they had no other choice, that's what happened.

“It’s a date, Somadina Bello.” Heat creeps up my neck. I click my tongue, but his smile expands. “You’re yet to tell me why you’re headed to the palace.” “About that, I landed this big gig with the decorators for the ceremony,” he explains. “Some guy came to the store and was talking about it. Didn’t think I’d get a spot.” Just like me, Mason is an orphan. He was brought up by Old Man Jimmy, a grump who runs the local liquor store.