Mighty Mason Novels & Stories

I had a sinking feeling I knew who it was against too, because no ordinary group could cause this much damage. "Come on. Let's try our comms and see if we can report back." Sebastion muttered, walking back towards the horses. Being this far out, I would doubt it worked. Our comms where one of the very few sources of magic that worked. Magic had been dead for a long time. They had been banned by Drakos's great great great grand father Malfathicus. So our possession of these items was highly forbidden and was grounds for death. That was why we only shared comms between Sebastion, myself, and the Master.

Before entering the school, I heard a few things about this mysterious place situated on the mountainous side of Mystic Heights, a city in the heart of London. Mystic Academy, as it was known, was a mixed school primarily for kids with some uniqueness from wealthy homes. The requirements to get in seemed unattainable for mere humans, as I learned. It had a reputation as a school for "freaks," and the general belief was that only freaks would gain admission. That label didn't bother me much, considering I'd been called a freak all my life by my stepmother and her children—even their friends. My stepmother often locked me up in the cellar, praying for God to unpossess me, as she believed I was

He was not resigned to being defeated, so he roared at the figure to question him. The strength of the Heaven Punishment Sect was powerful enough to rank in the top 50 sects on the Eastern Continent. Since it dared to use "Heaven Punishment" as the name of the sect, it showed how conceited it was. Moreover, there were God Realm Masters in the sect. The sect had been established for thousands of years and was well-known in the world. This time, the most powerful masters in the sect gathered in the Stone Mouth City to try their luck with the immortal fate. They had a glimmer of hope that they could succeed, but unexpectedly, in less than an hour, they met a demonic figure. It was a mysterious

“He was not able to tap in to his abilities. When his father helped him gain control over his powers, Jace wanted more. So, he came to me to learn spells.” “You were the one who taught Jace?” Seth asked Mason. “Why are we just now finding out?” “Well, I don’t know how you guys didn’t figure that out.” Aunt Nancy said. “Mason is the only Warlock in Louisiana.” “Yeah, you have your potion shops and voodoo stores on Bourbon Street, but you should notice that none of those stores really sell.” Mason stated. “So, are you going to join this alliance?” Dante asked Mason. “I’m not so sure.” Mason said. “To be honest, we don’t really know how much Eric is bringing to the table. Yeah, he has the polic

Groups of people began to pour out of the forest, a crowd swelling to two or three thousand strong. "Blood Rakshasa, I've got to hand it to you, a hundred souls brave enough to go treasure hunting, that's gutsy!" A man built like a linebacker, with the presence of a grizzly, bellowed at Blood Rakshasa. "Give us the map, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you walk away with your lives!" "Master Howard, that's Moses Wadlow, the big boss of the Dark Mystic Sect, sitting pretty at number seven," Blood Rakshasa ignored the man and filled Howard in.

Ace explained gritting his teeth. Mason knew the witch Ace was talking about was Scarlet. “And crazy Marcus kept on pouring me some mixed drinks, I don’t even know where he got it from, man. I was so out of it last night.” He finished and made a sharp sound clenching his belly. Marcus was Scarlet’s elder brother which means he was also Mason’s cousin. “Trust me when I say Marcus is a psychopath, people just don’t know it yet. The guy is weird as fuck.” Ace groaned.

he shrugged his shoulder indifferently. How on Earth did Mason the Globetrotter turned out to be the Alpha King?

Mason asked, as the rest just stared down at the old man trying to catch his scent. “You didn’t answer my question and so I won't answer yours either.” the old man asked back. “Apologies for going through your property, but who are you?” Mason asked yet again. “Tell your friends to stop trying to catch my scent because I have already concealed it. Anyways, my name is Mammon. I am a wizard” they all gasp at the revelation from the old man. “And judging from your scents, I will say you are werewolves or should I call you rogues. Why have you come to the mountains anyway? '' the old man asked. None was willing to answer, still trying to comprehend the fact that the man seated before them was a

Mason asked as we walked back home funny enough he lived in the same apartment complex as me and due to experience it took me a while to finally accept that not all people are evil, especially when you have a short experience of someone like Sylvester. Funny enough how I didn't hear from him again. “Well it was fun, I had friends and families, I had a job and I pretty much had my life together!*. Liess!!!!!! “I have only been to Chicago once and that was it, I went to my grandma's funeral last year!” Masin explained. Mason was a tall chocolate skinned man. He had a beautiful set of brown eyes and his hair was very much curly. His skin looked so flawless that it looked like hot chocolate.

Mason was filled with rage, "Do you think this is a nightclub? Do you think you can come and go whenever you want?" "I don't know about the others, but yes, I come here when I feel like it!" William responded arrogantly. "You? Haha, I'll let you witness my power today!" Mason waved to the security guard in the hall and said, "Security, get this man out!" The security guard clearly knew who Mason was. Although he was demoted, his aunt was Madam Howard. The security guard came over immediately and said, "Sir, you don't seem to be an employee of the company, right?"