Mason The Book Novels & Stories

I didn't like that I wasn't able to find the Lunarry spell and didn't even have a plan at hand. I decided to take a longer route to get home. I needed to clear my head and walking usually helped. It wasn't helping now but it had in the past. “Yo kid," Mason yelled out to me. Mason was sitting in the front of his little club all alone. He was drunk. Very drunk. As I drew closer to him, the stench of whiskey made me quite uncomfortable. Geez! People really do drink way too much. I had never understood this. People would drink too much, knowing very well what would happen.

I went to pull the rug back over the hatch, but Finn grabbed it out of my hands and shouted, “I'll do it, you open that fucking door!” I didn't like how he spoke to me, but now wasn't the time for arguments. I placed my hand onto the mirror and unlocked it. I then sprinted through the mansion and towards the garden. Once I got to the back doors I froze at the scene that awaited me. All five of my pack were in their wolf forms, and Tana's wolf was ignited in flames. They were all snarling, growling and snapping at a levitating fireball. I knew instantly that it was an ascended and extremely pissed off Mason. I could feel his rage as soon as I reached the garden.

I reply coldly. His eyes spark with annoyance and he mutters coldly. “Sit the fuck down. Let’s see if you still believe your little theory after you hear my story.” A part of me warns that I should defy him and walk in the opposite direction, but something in his eyes has me reaching for the sofa and sinking into it. Mason downs one more shot of whiskey before giving me his attention. Gone is the playful, gentlemanly billionaire whom I saw earlier this evening. This Mason looks like the devil himself.

He is the most eligible bachelor in the country and is currently single. "Mary, where are my files, I can't find them," Mason shouted while getting ready for his office... Mason Rhodes, the only heir of Rhodes Industries, is the ideal son for every parent and an Icon for young entrepreneurs. Mason was born with a silver spoon, his father was a well settled Business Tycoon in California, who at once ruled the city, but unfortunately, he died 2 years back, Mason was then involved in his music career, FAB 5 the most lovable and popular band of America, Mason is the lead singer of the band, he was a carefree, and sassiest person back then. He loved his parents a lot, they were a happy family. Hi

Mason looked like a regular teenager which he would have been but he came in contact with his grandmother’s ghost when he was eight years old and he can see them ever since as well as the ability to levitate and become invisible like a ghost. Mason is a seventeen years old dark tall young man with an amazing British accent and a slender body, one could say he lives at the gym with his intimidating shoulders and abs. his black long locus (shoulder length) green charming eyes, pointed nose, long eyelashes, his deep sweet voice which melted girl with just a word. “Hey Mason!, you're up early, what's the rush?!” Lena asked as she made space for him to sit next to her. “I have a date. I am super

Mason jogs back over to where Maddox laid before they got him on the stretcher. I watch, not allowing myself to breathe a sigh of relief until they have him in the back of the ambulance and they're on their way to the hospital. Only then do I let my eyes travel to where Mason is bent over, rifling through a book bag. "This it?" he holds up a silver Yeti, just like the one I remember Maddox drinking out of. "That's it." I nod the affirmation. He opens it, sniffing, before holding it back from his nose. "Good God, I can't stand the smell of that stuff, I will never get the fascination with it."

She insisted. Mason quizzically glanced at her before pushing a heavy wooden box near the wall of the house. Underneath the ground that was covered by the box was a tiny book. Mason opened the book and the pages were carved out into a shape of a square where the key was hidden. He took the key and unlocked the door.

Their love was a light in the darkness, a beacon of hope in a world that so desperately needed it. As for Isadora, their hybrid daughter, her future was bright and full of potential. Her story is yet to be told. TO BE CONTINUED Thank you for reading… Much Love :) BOOK 2 will be out next year, 2025

ROSALINE Doomsday comes unannounced—that was something I believed in. Well, in my case, doomsday had a face and a herald with whom I shared blood. My brother stood at the entrance of the banquet, talking to a tall man with dark hair and a tall stature. I knew who it was. Terenzio De Vitto. I had thought my life could not get any worse than knowing my stiletto had a broken heel at a wedding I had so dearly planned.

“You didn’t hesitate because you’re a bad person or your magic is making you do bad things. You didn’t hesitate because you followed your instincts like a werewolf.” “Yeah? And what were my instincts saying?” “I’m no expert, but I’m willing to risk a guess. They were telling you the deabru would keep killing after they killed us, but their deaths could save me. Look, Little Mason, what is worse? Doing something with a doubtful morality to save lives, and perhaps the world, or having the power to stop true evil and doing nothing so you don’t get your hands dirty.” “That’s a little oversimplification, don’t you think?”