Mighty Mason Novels & Stories

“Hello? This is Robert Martin of ABC Company. How may I help you?” Zheira put her phone in the corner and started scanning her diary. Though she couldn’t understand a word, she scrolled down anyway. She’s just distracting herself from the hatred rising in her soul. Like some venomous snake uncoiling itself. She loathed everything about herself. From her odd eyes down to her long legs. Robert ended the call. “The Masons are on their way, Hon. They want us to be in Ippudo Westside before five minutes.” “They’re really early, them. Let’s head there first.”

Among the main family branch of the Mason family, Cedrick was the only grandchild of the family's elder, while the elder's sister had nine grandchildren, with David being the youngest. Everyone would address him as the Ninth Master. Cedrick and David were cousins and were both around their late twenties. They rarely talked and even held grudges due to certain events in the past. When Catelyn heard Cedrick addressing the man 'Nine', she realized that the gentle-looking man before was the celebrated Ninth Master of the Mason family. She had heard tales of him forcing three industrial giants into selling their properties to the Mason family with ease over a single night. Since then, he was infa

All we needed to to was stick together, so that we could evade whatever storm it was, that was brewing. Just as I finished having that thought, everywhere went immediately deathly quiet. I got quite troubled, thinking that my thoughts had finally started taking shape. I followed everyone's gaze to the door, as a figure filled the doorway. Mason Smith entered inside the court, and that was exactly the reason for the silence. Mason Smith was the one considered to be at the very top of the food chain here in Buckland, and he wasn't just at the top because he wanted to be there. He was there because he had the powers, influence, and every other thing necessary to keep him there. He was a giant,

I wonder who it could be? At this moment, Chandler said to Charlie over the phone, “Young Master Wade, Master Mason is an old friend of mine. I understand his character very well. He is not bad in nature, but he is just a very opportunistic person. Moreover, he might be lacking in his sense of responsibility. Young Master Wade, please be patient if he has offended you in any way.”

The thought of becoming the master of his own destiny drove Mason forward, undeterred by the potential consequences. The city buzzed with rumors about Priest, an enigma who operated from the shadows. Some spoke of him as a sorcerer capable of bending reality to his will, while others deemed him a criminal mastermind, orchestrating grand heists that had stumped law enforcement for years. Mason was undeterred by such tales; he saw this meeting as an opportunity to seize control of his own fate and rewrite the course of his life.

"S-Sir Mason..." One of the workers made an attempt to beg but was met with a scary gaze instead. "You people fighting about such trivial things, I find it incomprehensible." "But the houses were erected by us—" "With the money of the young master!" growled Mason. Mason's wrath was unprecedented among the labourers. They shook under his ferocious look. They were unaware that Mason was staking his wager that the Young Master would raise Ice Demon City to new heights. Even though he was aware of how challenging it would be, he had already been persuaded by some of the young master's abilities.

“See the M in move on, she added pressure while writing it, the A in and, the cut in between the two lines is bold, the S in someone is printed, the O in someone looks like a Q and the N in monster has a curvy mark at the top.“ he took a piece of paper and wrote on it, “If you bring all these letters together, M.A.S.O.N, Mason. Do you know anyone who goes by that name?“ He asked looking at his son who was seething. “The son of a bitch, it's time I sent him to the afterlife.“ He gritted. “Nemesis?“ Massimo asked. “He is a punk who is trying to take over my position as the Don and is obsessed with Laura. Thank you for pointing this out, I will settle this once and for all.“ He left the house.

The Warden made little shooing motions, egging Ransom on. "Well?" Ransom asked, one brow raised high. I could hear the mounting frustration in his voice. Mason better jump on the info train or someone was going to get bitchslapped. Mason blinked rapidly. "Bestia was the Prime of Beasts. He held dominion over all beasts, great and small."

"Demongate are the ones who are being too unreasonable. You're not worthy of trying to take something that's mine!" Sebastian answered icily. Demongate was a mystic sect, but every sect among the mystic martial arts sects respected the Sacred Medicine Society above all else. The Sacred Medicine Society was the only one that had merged the mystic arts as well as the martial arts successfully. Sebastian had already dealt with the fire venom in his body, and he had already begun his journey of practicing the mystic arts.

I stared down at the casket as it was being lowered into the grave. There was no one else here besides myself and the priest. I just stood there motionless as they covered the grave. The only man who ever gave a shit about me is now buried six feet underground. "The man loved you like his own son. He's proud of you, that's for sure." The priest says before patting my shoulder and leaving me alone. I just gave him a nod in response. "Bye, George. Until we meet again." I bid my final goodbye before turning to leave.