Mason Winter Novels & Stories

"What about Mason’s status?" "Mason has been returning to the den a little bit later than usual during recent sun cycles. His sticks are joining a major hockey competition in the month of June. It tracks on the surface like his mind is operating under a massive mountain of team pressure, but his internal wolf seems pretty confident in his own skills on the ice. His thoughts are already calculating how to use the tournament prize silver to purchase a custom gift for Isabella." Then, my voice expresses my true internal parental concern, stating, "His young wolf will be incredibly disappointed if his sticks fail to conquer the match."

"Come over here for a second." The man turned around, his eyes scanning us before breaking into a wide, charming grin. Mason. I recognized him instantly from the old college sports clips he was the team’s veteran defenseman and, if I remembered correctly, Aaron’s closest friend. "Hey, boss," Mason said, skating over to the bench door and stepping off the ice onto the rubber floor mats. He wiped his brow with a towel, his eyes landing on me. He gave a polite, appreciative nod. "Don't tell me this is the new PR savior. Please tell me you're here to stop the reporters from asking me about my retirement plans.

The cold air rushed in quickly, but it wasn't enough to cool my scorching body. "Jesus Christ Alli, that's my window" Mason yelled as I pushed away as much glass as possible; trying to get the cold midnight air to cool my burning skin. I turned to see Mason who was lying on the floor, with messy hair and clothing, trying to arouse himself from sleep as he watched me in confusion.

a husky voice with a thick Texan accent responded. Yada knew instantly this man knew her, or knew whom she worked for. Unable to decide which impulse was correct, she gave him the lighter back. She knew they were in public and he couldn’t try anything to harm her as long as they were. Yada looked across the breaking waves again. “Forgive me; you have me at a disadvantage. You are?” she asked, not looking at him. “You can call me Mason,” he said. “I know you don’t I?” Instantly she knew the name. She had not heard it since she was seventeen. He was part of James Trenton’s private team and once a friend to her.

I called out to Mason, causing Daisy to finally take her leave. I heard a rustling up the hill and an instant later Mason came stumbling down. Despite the same weather that came every year, Mason never was very good at navigating the slick snow. Normally the sight of him clumsily sliding around would amuse me, but as I watched him I just felt...detached. "Damn, Rose it's freezing down here. What the hell have you been doing," Mason puffed out as he made it to me. "Nothing," I coarsely replied. "What do you want?"

"Calista, I missed you so much. Come inside. I made all your favorite dishes." At the dining table, I saw a familiar face: my former fiance, Rowan Mercer. When he saw me, he stood politely. "It’s been a long time. Welcome home." After we shook hands, we all sat down to eat together. After dinner, my father explained that Rowan was now an executive at Aurelion Dynamics, which was one of Virel Consortium’s subsidiaries. He praised his dedication and said he had great potential, even suggesting that I work with him. The next day, I became president of Aurelion Dynamics. Rowan gave me a detailed briefing on the company’s operations.

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin

I muttered, swinging my leg lightly. “No… It's fine Chelsea, I’ll just wait till she wakes.” His tone was sharp and firm, I didn't know why, but it sent a cold shiver down my spine. Why am I feeling this way? “But wait...” “Their wedding is in a week” I whispered. “Oh… poor Mia.” He was about to reply when someone staggered in, limping, with blood trailing behind him. “Mason!” My eyes widened instantly. --- Mason POV

Be rejected his mate both his betrothed mate and his mates from the moon goddess. Unlike myself, mason has a wolf and a very strong one. He is able to teleport to his pack and back to the city just in a flash of lightning. I envy that a lot... "You really want to get on my nerves," he said firing a bullet toward me while I immediately ducked under, dodging the bullet from heating me... "You took my girlfriend away" Mason yelled angrily. "Is that the problem? Sorry I am never gonna apologize " I said getting up to my feet and walking closer to him

"Hey honey. Just checking in. Work is crazy. Miss you. Love you." And Grace believed him. Every time. "I miss you too. Come home soon." "I will. I promise." More lies. While she was home alone, he was here. Drinking wine by the fire. Kissing Sophia under the mistletoe. Sleeping in the same bed. Grace's breathing got faster. Her vision started to blur. She remembered their first Christmas as a married couple. Mason left on December twentieth. "Big client in Chicago. I have to go seal this deal. You understand, right?"