Mighty Mason Novels & Stories

Mason stands with Mathias, a giant of a man whose size and personality are big and make any man feel small. Tawny squeals like an excited child when she sees her longtime friend and pretty much bounces over to her and proceeds to jump on her. “If this was me, Lamia would be calling me an idiot,” Mathias grumbles at the way the two women begin to horse around. “You get used to it,” Mason laughs. I forget Mason was part of MacTire’s elite warriors for over two years. He has known Queen Lamia longer than myself or her mate and has witnessed the women’s friendship before.

I growled, and they quickly turned away. “Yes!” Mason stood proudly in the foyer with his hands on his hips, smiling like an idiot. “You finally chose a Mate!” “Silence!” I growled. But he ignored me, speaking only to her as we passed. “Good evening, Your Majesty! I’m Mason, Adan’s Underboss.” “I said, silence!” My voice boomed in the massive foyer as I climbed the curved staircase on the right. It was marble with gold railings. “I am not his Mate!” she screamed over my shoulder.

Dryann roared, spilling deep inside him, thrusting until he was empty, until his knees gave out. They collapsed in the water, bodies slick, hearts racing. Dan curled into him, still trembling, still greedy for his heat. “I love you, husband,” Dryann whispered into his ear, voice rough, raw, satisfied at last. But elsewhere, the world stirred. Mason Trawling—business mogul of Seattle, lord over glass towers and men, was more than what the city believed. To the clans, he was Alpha Mason, ruler of seven werewolf bloodlines stretching from the Evergreen forests to the snow-wreathed Cascades. His word was law. His strength unchallenged.

He's going to stab Lorenzo’s heart till it bleeds and is black just like his. Lorenzo disappears in the crowd as they move forward. I turn, confused as to why the crowd is suddenly moving together when I see my father going up the stairs with a microphone in his hand. “We are here today to celebrate the Crimson Masquerade.” The crowd claps, smiles on their faces. “The celebration of life, joy, wealth and blessings.” He continues, not a single smile or even a ghost of it on his face. His face is as stoic as ever as he raises his glass, and everyone in the room follows suit, raising theirs.

"Sigh, I missed my chance. What a dumb decision." What I didn't expect, though, was that the very next day, at the same time, she sent me another message. [The price is five times what it was before. You'll need to feed and train the dog tonight at 8 PM, Garden Community, Building 13. I'll see you at the emergency exit.] [Got it.] I read the message, my hands trembling with excitement. Yesterday, I had lacked the courage, but today, I was determined to show her what it truly meant to be a man!

“I… I don’t know where to start.” “Start from the beginning, sweetie,” Mom encouraged, her voice soft and comforting. Taking a shaky breath, I nodded. “Earlier today… I met my mate.” Mom gasped, her eyes lighting up. “Your mate? Oh, honey, that’s wonderful!” But Dad’s eyes narrowed. “Why don’t you look happy about it?” “Because,” I said, my voice trembling. “It was Alpha Mason.” The warmth in Mom’s expression evaporated. “Mason? Are you sure?”

Mason stated. A silence followed. It was a silence uncertainty. This was the first time something like this had ever happened. Magnus stood up and walked proudly to the centre of chamber. All eyes fell on his figure as he moved.Gazes filled with pure hatred and disdain fell on him as he walked with his head high. Among the Council, I recognised a few faces, most especially Maximus Thorne. Sia’s father and a werewolf of very high noble background. He owned several, if not almost all of the businesses in Silver Crest.

At least I have to defend myself. Harry occasionally glanced at Kirey who was already busy eating the chocolate-flavored candy. "But why did you get an egg score?" "I was too lazy to write the answer, so I just answered it from my head. Shorter, clearer, and more concise. Mr. Dani alone can't hear my telepathy Harry. He's just an old fart that smells of graves, come on. You're being serious. Face the creatures of the earth!" "Earth creature? So what are you? Satan?"

The tall, muscular man advanced to the centre of the square surrounded by hundreds of villagers. His footsteps were heavy, his head raised showing his confidence and his fear of nothing. He wore a black robe with a leather belt around his waist. A small cape covered his shoulders and his head, his face full of old scars was scarcely visible. Finally, he wore long black leather boots to complete his mysterious and frightening area.

Mason sat down on the chair and crossed his legs on the table "Just because you two have a secret hideout? He gives you candy? Take care of you. Layla Layla!! Don't you know this world?" "How do you know the hideout? It was between me and Zion?!" Layla yelled and Mason laughed like he knew something we didn't. "Zion was a psychopath narcissistic, his emotions towards you were nothing but fake," There was something about Mason that I couldn't understand. "Keep that name out of your mouth!! Don't you dare insult Zion! Have some respect for the dead!" Layla yelled. "The dead?" Mason knelt down, "Let's have a minute of silence for the Dead, may Mason Mosiahs soul rest in peace."