Disguise Pen Sailor Moon Novels & Stories

Anaira Pov “Wow, the heavens must be very happy with me. Today Aunty allowed me to go without even fussing. She would always make excuses whenever I was supposed to go. My sisters needed to convince her to go, but today she willingly agreed. Before she could change her mind I ran away. I changed my clothes. Since it was too hot I chose to wear a white long dress which ended just above my knees, made a high ponytail out of my hair and applied kohl and baby pink lip colour. After giving it one last look, I took my purse, mobile and some cash that uncle gave me for my personal expenses. It is my uncle's secret. If by chance Aunty would ever come to know she would throw tantrums.

I saw a soldier holding an envelope. “Luna just drafted this letter and asked that it be sent immediately to Red Moon Pack…” The soldier looked uneasy. Luna? Penelope was already declaring herself Luna? “Who ordered you? Penelope?” “Yes, the Luna,” he said, bowing his head. I took the letter, examining it carefully, and an idea struck me. I slipped the envelope into my pocket and handed the soldier a different message. “This one still needs some revisions. Take this letter instead.” The soldier nodded and left, and I silently prayed to the Moon Goddess for guidance.

As we came close to the checkup point, I pulled out a worn duffel bag filled with disguises. “Where did you get these?” Hover glanced at me, asking. “From the market. Before you punched that guy to the floor—Eyes on the road.” We couldn’t risk being recognized. Because ridiculous as it may seem—everyone in Ever Moon Pack was hunting me down and seeing me as a murder. I chose a simple, nondescript outfit—jeans, a faded hoodie, and a baseball cap to hide my face. I handed Hover a pair of sunglasses and a hat to obscure his features.

into a grey rectangle of censored data. "I can't write over the moon, Mama!" Kaelen cried out, his voice sounding like a thousand glass bells shattering in a vacuum. "The moon is the 'Pen'! I'm just the 'Ink'!" "Then we become the 'Paper'!" a new voice said—a calm, melodic voice that seemed to come from the very air around them.

I whispered into my mind. “Let the fun begin. It’s been too long!” Luna responded, filling me with a pleasant warmth. At once, my scent shifted, growing duller. Opening my eyes, I could see that my hair color had grown darker, black as night, so different from the usual, lighter brown. That black—was the color of Luna's fur. This was the disguise I had to adopt when appearing as a doctor. After tying up my hair, Cathy handed me the finishing touch to my disguise – a white domino mask that hid my eyes, cheekbones, and the shape of my nose.

Tears flowed from my eyes, not because of victory, but because of the bitter truth that what had returned was not for us, but had returned to its origin. Light footsteps slipped into the glow. Not footsteps, but a presence. From the swirling light, a silhouette emerged: a woman crowned with moonlight, her face unclear, but I recognized that gaze. The Moon Goddess revealed herself. Her aura was gentle yet firm, sweeping across the battlefield like a caress that was also a command.

She met my gaze, her eyes reflecting determination. Isabella passed me the shimmering symbol, infused with ancient power—a crescent moon woven with intricate symbols of strength and unity. "Where do you want it?" I asked Benita. On my arm, she replied as she extended it. With careful precision, I pressed the heated metal against her forearm. She flinched, the sensation of heat and tingling spreading, but she gritted her teeth, steadfast through the marking. As I finished, the symbol glowed softly, marking her as my Luna and leader of the Moonrise pack.

I still couldn’t look at him in the eye. “NO.” I heaved a sigh and started removing my jumper. “Hey, w-what the fuck are you doing?!” He grabbed my hand to stop me. “Not now!” “Disguise! You need a disguise to get out of here, Jesus… Not everyone has a dirty mind like yours!” I rebutted furiously. Swiftly, I removed my jumper and handed it to him. “Give me your jacket.” In a minute, I had his jacket over mine while he wore my jumper—since it was extra large, it covered him nicely. I tucked his paws into the jumper’s sleeves, then pulled my hair up into a neat bun and ruffled his hair into a drunkard’s mess.

“The patrol patterns are rigid but predictable. They are trained for brute force, not infiltration. If we move under cover of night and with the right disguise, we will slip in unnoticed.” “Disguise?” I asked, my throat tight with nervousness. Harley turned toward me, pulling something from the satchel she carried across her back. A bundle of cloth that looked rough with a lot of patches. She pressed it into my hands. “A servant’s garment. Omegas wear these when they’re sent to clean stables or scrub kitchens. No one looks at them twice.” I stared down at the faded fabric. My chest burned with a bitter laugh that never came. I had worn worse. I had been worse. Invisible, faceless, a shadow t

She holds a box out for me to open. “What is this?” I ask, looking at the box with a green bow on top of it. “It is just a little something from me.” “You didn’t have to get me anything.” “I know that, but you are my Luna, and the Goddess lead me to this gift.” She pushes the box closer to me, and I carefully open the lid. “Morgan, these must have cost a fortune.” I gasp as I pull the handmade leather gloves from the box. “Look at the palms.” She insists as I turn over the black gloves. The right palm holds the Luna crest of Execution Bay with pink and green stitching. The left palm bears a close resemblance to myself in my wolf form.