Disguise Pen Sailor Moon Novels & Stories

Grayson turned to look at the disguise placed on the table. "Did you make that yourself?" "Nope. It's a gift from Grandpa Malcolm when I left the mountains. He's always loved to tinker with all sorts of curiosities. I know how to make a disguise on my own, but I could never match the intricacy of Grandpa Malcolm's work. Anyway, I think I've gained weight recently. The disguise felt tighter than I remember when I had it on."

My blush could’ve powered the pack house. He’d chosen it on purpose to flaunt me, to flaunt the marks he had left on my body, but he didn't even know that my actual mark was now visible. Everyone could see without doubt that he had.... I dressed slowly, wincing as the silk kissed tender skin. The mirror lied—this wasn’t me. This was a Luna. The neckline framed the moon perfectly, white against my tanned skin. Hickeys bloomed beneath like constellations. I looked… claimed. Radiant. His.

I raised my brow at her, she just sighed focusing back on her pasta. Bipolar much! I played with my food trying to watch my friends eat, we were six on the seat. I'm only close to Vivian; my best friend and maybe Emily. The others were just sitting with me for fame. It was as if my eyes were being controlled. Against my will, it went back to Kylie whose face was already covered with ice cream. There is something about her that seem fishy, she looks fake. The powder she used, I could recognized it by the smell. I'm sure she is hiding something and I'm going to expose her.

she said, her voice hard and unfriendly. 'Oh, help me, moon goddess,' I prayed within myself. Well, it wasn't like I totally believed in her, but since she seemed to have granted answers to some of my cries, I just found myself calling for her help. I knew if Lena should look into my eyes, she might see something. So I needed to disguise myself. Her words had sent me panicking, and before I could lift my head to look at her, I said to myself, "My spirit disguise." And since I wasn't sure if I still had that ability anymore, I prayed again, "Moon goddess, please help me to disguise myself."

As the Omegas whispered among themselves, I distributed the forged “Penny’s Modified Ritual Etiquette Manual.” The pages of the manual were marked with fluorescent ink, highlighting forbidden embroidery techniques. This ink would reveal the “Moon Goddess’s curse” to werewolves with night vision. In the corner, Penny’s chief assistant secretly took photos with a phone — she didn’t know that these photos would later become the damning evidence against Penny for altering the rituals. Three days before the Moon Goddess ritual, I entered the Blackthorn pack’s altar under the guise of “etiquette guidance.” Penny was wearing her so-called “improved ritual dress.”

The door slamming in the distance snapped me from my restless slumber, snapping my head up, I caught a glimmer in the distance as they approached me. The knife glaring in the man’s hand was easy to identify once he was close enough and even though his face remained concealed the tattoo wrapped around his wrist was clearly visible. The eight phases of the moon. A symbol of enlightenment and darkness, immortality and eternity. It was beautiful, nature’s very own yin-yang. “Good Afternoon, Goddess Selene.” Dark greeted me with a sinister smirk on his face, to which I responded with a flat look.

It seems Vladimir is not aware yet that I already escaped. “Did you think they would allow us to go in?” Penny asked me, and the truth is, I am not really sure if they are going to let us in. “Let's change into the dress we brought,” I told her, and we got started. I changed into my dress and Penny did the same. Penny, you are going to disguise yourself as a wealthy woman while I will be your maid. “What?” Penny exclaimed in shock. “I can't do that, Princess, you are my mistress, and it's not the other way round.” She said immediately, her brows lifted in a very unusual way.

It was stronger than most things I had made myself. With the same process, I created throwing daggers and arrowheads with the poison and wood combination within them. 12 of each type of projectile sat on my bench while I crafted a pouch and quiver of leather. Each pouch was embossed with the triple moon, signifying these items were made in service of Selene. I then crafted the pouch to contain the claws when they weren’t being worn and a special sheath for the Sai. Both were embossed as well. I wasn’t sure if more would be needed or not, but this was good for now.

ELIZA’S POV I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the last piece of my disguise. I put on a paid of cargo pants and a black t shirt. A scarf was tied around my neck and lower face, concealing my identity from a distance and shielding me from the harsh wind. The forged crest of the Dune scouts—a rusted falcon’s wing—was pinned to my collar. It felt strange to look at myself and not see myself. I bent, tightening my bootstraps, trying to slow the pounding in my chest.

“Thinking you had me fooled… Let me burst your illusion. I knew you were a fraud the very day Jason and Birdy locked us together in my chamber.” Her face twisted with disbelief. I raised my voice so everyone could hear. “A Moon Guardian is born with a sacred mark, the symbol of the moon, etched upon her shoulder at birth. A divine seal from the goddess herself. You, Elsa, had none.” Gasps erupted across the hall. Whispers exploded into a storm of speculation. I could feel the eyes on her now—judging, questioning, condemning. Lucas stepped beside me, expression cold and unreadable. Jason and Penny followed, flanking my side, their faces betraying disappointment and disgust.