Mighty Mason Novels & Stories

“You’re Ryden freaking Braxton. If you trust Amelia and Ren, you can trust me. I sneaked all the time to bring chocolate bars. Chocolate is not allowed here as you know. Follow me.” We entered the elevator like everyone else. It took a while till it stopped on the ground floor. After we checked out with our fingerprints, we followed the guy outside. It was already dark. The sun just sat down. “What’s your name?” Nora asked. “Mason.” We followed him to walk for a few meters. I understood the seclusion, and this place was probably protected with cloak and magic and used portals to go places to places, but if Mason could go out and enter, what was the point?

Mason You didn't become a top enforcer for the biggest motorcycle club in the whole Austin, Texas area without cracking a few fucking skulls. To put it fucking mildly. I came from nothing. My momma named me Israel but I earned the name Mason. Even as a little boy, I loved all things with a motor, especially bikes. I got my nickname because my asshole father was a renowned mason. He was quite gifted, and good at his job, and his plans were for me to follow in his footsteps when I got older.

And Fantasy was His masterpiece. Invitation-only and wrapped in secrecy, the club existed beneath layers of silence and reputation. No websites advertised it openly. No public guest lists existed. Access came only through whispered recommendations, careful vetting, and the rare blessing of an invitation personally approved by The Master Himself. Inside, however, Fantasy became something entirely different from its modest exterior. It breathed.

I stand tall and look at him curiously wondering what he means. "What Maximus means to convey to ma'am, is that we don't know exactly how this will go. Magma and Igneous are the first of our kinds to find there mate. We know that the symptoms he has are in response to the withdrawal that he feels from being away from her" the giant blonde says.

png The most common symbols seen in American Freemasonry are the compass and the square with a G in the middle. The G represents God and Geometry. Freemasons believe that God, the Grand Architect of the Universe as they call him, important. They saw geometry as a divine practice (Wasserman 16). The square represents the moral ideals that all Freemasons must regard highly, and serves as a reminder that all Masons must limit their desires to appease the moral standards. The earliest known reference to this symbol is in a drawing of the Green Dragon Tavern which Freemasons owned. In 1796, Paul Revere, a Mason, made a brass piece with the square and compass on it (17). The symbols show up in man

Me. “You coming?” He shoots his head back inside. I nod and step out of his pickup and follow him into Mason’s breakfast bar. It’s a quirky joint, all brick and wood on the outside with a large timber door. The sign is black slate with white paint on it in large capital letters, MASON’S BREAKFAST BAR. Old man Mason has owned the joint for longer than my daddy has been alive. Rumor has it that old man Mason is in his eighties. Well you wouldn’t think it to look at him.

She was so excited that she started crying. "Dad, you're awake. That's great! You've been in a coma for a whole week." "Don't cry, Helen. I'm fine." Mason forced a smile as he looked at Helen. Then, his eyes widened in surprise when he saw a familiar face. "Majes— Mr. Henderson. Why are you here?" He almost yelled out "Majestic Ruler" in his excitement. The name Majestic Ruler was known all over the world. Evil-doers cowered at the mention of his name. The rich were nothing before him. Even the leaders of the greatest nations in the world had to show him some respect.

Although the man seemed unfamiliar, he was a frequent visitor here. “I’m surprised to see you in person. What brings you here?” The people in charge of Deadly Arena were very excited to see Mason. Mason smiled and said, “I’ve been researching some powerful things recently, so I want to discuss it with you. I have a deal and want to see if you’re willing to take it.” Mason looked at them expectantly. Hearing this, everyone quickly invited Mason inside to discuss it. Mason was a powerful weaponsmith who no one could afford to mess with. No matter what, they had to treat him with the utmost courtesy.

They live for eternity. If you commit some crime you will be thrown in the dungeon without being given a chance to prove your innocence or say something about your deed… That is how it works here. Dominic Mason is a vampire and he rules over the Vampires of their world. He has access to every single power that an immortal can have and he is the most powerful king and creature of this mystical world. He is the god of his kingdom and prefers to get worshipped by them. He thinks he is the almighty but that is his thinking only

The sound of church bells rang in the distance, signifying the moon had reached the highest point in the sky. Occasionally, thunder rumbled in the distance, foretelling the coming storm, but that didn't bother Mason. He had to be here and see this through at her request. Mason stood with his brother, Micah, while the Elder Werewolves members stood in the Nexus' center a few feet away. The Nexus was a sacred ground for the Moon Goddess's worshippers. The gravel aisle led up to a raised circular concrete stage, and in the middle of the circle, chained to a metal spike, was Melania.