Mason Winter Novels & Stories

This was their secret life. Just the two of them. “The white night has finally ended. It has lasted a few months, and now the night has come back. The familiar winter will arrive soon…” The summer they thought would last forever finally ended. It was over. And now, the familiar cruel winter was coming for them again.

Greyson 9 am Monday morning came and went with no sign of Zoe. I paced the floor in front of Mabel's desk glancing at my watch and back at the unmoving private elevator. I should have never given Zoe a chance. I should have known this would happen. Zoe was a mess, incapable of organising a party in a brewery.

Then paused before adding, “Wait! Send me the media asking for an interview.” I could hear the excitement in my PA’s voice before I disconnected the call. I opened the door to see the kitchen was a mess. Flour littered the floor, with some kitchen utensils scattered about. Upon walking closer, I saw Winter by the sink, her index finger under the running tap. “Are you okay?” I asked, rushing towards her. This caused her to turn to me. “I was bored, so I tried to bake,” she said, casually. “What happened?” I asked, but I didn’t need an explanation to know what had happened.

I sighed, my disappointment visible. Mason wasn't the face behind the mask, he was just a witch blessed with a gift of dream. He could see visions and memories that weren't his. That's how he knows about us being werewolves and about the Red ghoul. “Yeah, no shit. You just broke into my room and nearly killed me for nothing.” Mason shot back. “Don’t make me regret it,” I warned, my patience thinning. “Well, after I had those visions, I did some digging about the Red ghoul mask—and you won't believe what I found out.” Mason said, leaning forward, eager to share.

"Young Luna, please sit down; you shouldn't be on your feet!" I'd thought I'd escaped Jude's overprotective clutches by going to work, but apparently the entire pack had adopted his paranoid energy when it came to their pregnant young Luna. But it was kind of nice having people fawn over you. I finally reached the Winter mansion after my walk, and the moment I opened the front door, I was immediately greeted by silence. Elena had mentioned earlier this week that she and Marcus were going out today to do whatever mysterious "Marcus and Elena things," and Maya would obviously be at the café tending to all the couples who flooded in on Valentine's Day testing the new recipe. I missed working at

I have waited a year for answers, I will wait for as long as it takes. Finally, just past noon, the tinted doors of the building swung open. There he was, taller than I remember, sharper, dressed in a navy blue suit that looked like it cost more than my rent for a year. His dark hair was slicked back now, his jaw more angular, as if life had carved the softness out of him, but it was still him. My Mason. He laughed at something his companion said, a handsome man in grey suit with an easy stride, and my heart twisted at the sound. I had dreamed of that laugh, I had woken up crying because I couldn’t hear it anymore.

I stared at the door, but my mind uncontrollably drifted back to something long ago. The winter I was eight, Mom brought a boy home. He wore an ill-fitting black coat, and his hair covered most of his face. Mom crouched beside me and said, "Hannah, this is Mason. He'll be living with us from now on." I skipped over, took his hand, and looked up at him. "Hi, Mason. I'm Hannah Whitaker."

It was definitely very good to be back. Mason had missed Star Academy more than he'd thought he would - he was also feeling surprisingly nostalgic about it. Probably because this would be their last year here and after that, they'd be taking over the pack at some point. Mason was eager to make the most of the time they had left before the weight of the world was on his shoulders. He also had a feeling he couldn't describe, it had both him and his wolf restless. He was on high alert for something to go down - he just wasn't sure what he was expecting.

“I am not going anywhere- Rhett head butted the man, his head bounced off the back of the tree and he crumbled to the ground. Mason looked from the man and then to laura. ‘I will take care of Laura.” Rhett told him motioning for him to hurry. Winter was still pacing, trying to get the adernale out of her. Rhett watched her for a few seconds. Wonder creeping into his mind. White wolf! White wolf. Hendrix yelled excitedly but they were not getting the same feelings they had from when they were at the river.

If Mason really could not afford to wait around, why would he be in a mood for pizza here? "I'll give you an answer, then. No. I won't go." Mason smiled cruelly and scoffed. "Do you think I won't touch you in public? Or did you think I'm just bluffing because you're a doctor and have powerful connections? "Well, you're wrong. I'm Mason Jacobs, a prodigy of the Eight Great Martial Families. I can crush you effortlessly in every way, so I suggest you wise up." Getting no response as Felix walked away, Mason cracked his neck. "You're the first to dare ignore me ever since I became famous. After midnight, you won't even get a chance to regret your words."