Lunar Pj Masks Novels & Stories

He remains silent, his eyes not leaving mine until he starts to laugh. “You think I will make a deal with you, Zachary? My wife is Luna, one after the moon goddess’s heart. She can give me all the cure I want in the world and you think I will settle for you? Come on man, I thought you were smarter than that. Well” he gestures to my hand where a wound is still bleeding, “you might want to check that, it’s not going to heal. Ir is coated with silver” “What?” “Do not show up at my party uninvited Zachary, do not come in front of my wife and do not even think about her”

The young man had no choice but to tremble like a wet leaf as he fumbled to open the door. It was initially Jordan's idea to wear a mask since the party was changed to a mask party and the objective was to get to Arianna without being noticed. As usual, his tattoo was covered as interlocked his fingers and waited for Jordan that seems to be spending centuries before coming back. "I accidentally stumbled on Amara and you know how annoying she could be" Jordan complained as he entered the car back with the mask, his expression change as he meet Lu's stern face "Oh!" He blinked "She is too adorable that I always want to eat her up!" He grinned.

4 months have passed since the day I returned "home" And today, is the day I am crowned Luna of the Blood Moon Pack. I was excited, yet, I'm feeling really uneasy. Why? I don't know. So now, Diana is still busy doing my make-up and hair. I could feel Diana pulling my hair. "Diana! What are you doing to my hair- ouch!" "Relax Annabel. Trust me." The pulling continued before she finally said finish. "And voila!" "Finally-" "And now, make-up."

I didn’t care if he wore his disguise, but not when he was in the room. “Take your mask off.” I ordered. “I am sorry, but I was told to leave it on.” I could tell he was a little nervous. “Just do it, Kevin. There is no point in hiding it from her. I already told her that Alpha Axel sent you to serve us.” Jasmine said with a mouth full of food. “Forgive me, Luna. I was only following orders.” He removed his mask, and I recognized him as one of the warriors who had followed me around under Axel’s command.

Luna the word makes me pause I turn slowly a young maid stands behind me her head slightly bowed she cannot be older than sixteen her hands trembling she is afraid of me and good I tell her say it again she hesitates l-luna I nod once good do not stutter next time she swallows hard and nods quickly I walk past her without another word I am not doing this to be cruel I am doing it to survive if I show weakness here they will tear me apart The training grounds are already alive when I get there warriors move in sharp controlled motions the sound of metal clashing echoes through the air sweat dust power this is where strength is proven this is where I need to be the moment I step in everything

But at least I wasn’t glowing anymore. Loria stood near the mirror, applying a finishing touch to her makeup. Her illusion was flawless. She looked exactly the way she used to—mousy brown curls, flame-colored eyes, soft skin untouched by the divine shift that had happened less than twenty-four hours ago. I knew it was a mask. I also knew she hated wearing it. But it was necessary. We had to get through today without setting off seventy-six Alphas and their Lunas.

"We accept your challenge, Lunar Alpha. We will bring back the Crystal of Clarity and prove ourselves worthy." The Lunar Alpha's eyes flickered with amusement as he lowered his hand. "So be it. You have one night to retrieve the crystal. Fail, and your fate will be sealed. Succeed, and you may unlock the powers you seek." As the Lunar Alpha departed, leaving the pack in awe of his presence, Luna and her companions knew that they had little time to waste. They quickly devised a plan, drawing on their collective knowledge and strengths.

Still, she carefully unwrapped the gift, curious to see what was inside. From the cotton used to cushion the interior emerged a lovely artisan-made domino mask. Its base was a midnight black as deep as the secrets whispered in the moonlit gardens, made to cradle the wearer's features within a velvety embrace. From the elegant curvature of the mask’s forehead and temples emerged a celestial dance of silver filigree, forming delicate crescent moons that seemed to capture the very essence of a romantic night. The eyeholes were adorned by intricate silver swirls. Stardust and miniature constellations spiralled around the edges, creating an otherworldly allure.

I purred, my voice laced in sarcasm as I pouted my lips. “Aww... Poor, lonely Enzo.” He scowled, his deep voice cutting through the air. “Wear your damn mask.” I rolled my eyes and held my mask. It had a peacock design, with feathers affixed to the sides. Golden detailing lined the edges, giving it a delicate yet exotic look. I put it on, and it shielded my features, except for my eyes and lips. I turned to look at him. His mask was the design of a wolf, its expression a scowl just like the one he carried permanently on his face. The only covered parts of his face were his forehead and eyelids. His eyes, nose, and mouth were exposed.

Marcus asked, holding out a tray. Tonight’s mask was different. It wasn't the clinical filigree I wore in the office. This one was crafted from white gold and encrusted with tiny, raw diamonds that shimmered like frozen tears. It covered the upper half of my face, leaving my lips—painted a defiant, lethal crimson—exposed. "Tonight, we don't hide, Marcus," I whispered, watching my reflection. "Tonight, we remind them that the shadows always return to claim what is theirs."