Mask Man Sailor Moon Novels & Stories

All of them had the crescent moon Mark tattooed on their wrist. That realisation shocked Maya the most. What was happening? Why were silvermoon pack warriors here again? Maya could swear that the men she fought earlier were not from Theo's pack. " Luna Maya, I suggest you leave with us. The Alpha is waiting for you." One masked man who seemed to be different from the others spoke. Maya's eyes wandered to him as she scrutinised him. He didn't have the crescent Moon mark on his wrist. That could only mean that there were two groups of people attacking the midnight pack.

They continued walking towards the center of the village, becoming a spectacle for the villagers, who never seemed to see anyone other than their own kind. The group turned into a large dull white stilt house. Someone was standing in front of the terrace. A man about sixty years old, with an aquiline nose, a body the size of an oak tree, and red-brown skin from frequent exposure to the sun. And even though no one told Ciara, she immediately recognized the man as the Alpha of Moon Warriors. The Moon Warriors all bowed in salute while Ciara and Scott didn’t move where they stood. “Who are they?” asked the Alpha to the well-built man.

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

"You can take all of it." The white mask man approaches. He's naked now – hard, thick, stroking himself. He stands beside us and the gold mask woman reaches for him without taking her other hand off my clit – wraps her fingers around his cock and strokes while her mouth stays on my tit and her fingers stay on my clit and the man behind me keeps pounding into my pussy. "Open your mouth," the white mask man says as he positions himself in front of me.

Their eyes locked on us at the same time the warrior on my right lunged, I shoved Rowena behind the broken plane wing, and I saw one follow her, circling her like the predators that they are, ready to pounce on their prey. Movement from the tree above caught my attention as a masked man came down swiftly, with precise movement he disarmed the warriors next to Rowena, everything stopped, the warriors hesitated for a split second, blade stretch out in front of him the mask man goes through the warriors like they were nothing more than ants, no hesitation only one thing in mind, death. Rowena and I watch for a moment. I caught a glimpse of familiarity from the man, but I couldn't be sure if I i

I was stunned. The man in front of me wore a mask that covered half of his face. His golden eyes sparkled like stars in the darkness. His eyes were dark and cold. Although half of his face was obscured by a silver mask, the other half was as perfect as a picture of Vincent van Gogh's starry night sky.

His torso was covered by a lightweight combat tunic that did little to conceal the powerful muscles of his shoulders. I frowned. There was something strangely familiar about him, like a shadow I couldn't quite grasp. Kallie remained silent, showing no sign of recognition. To both of us, Santino Alexios was simply another ambitious Alpha seeking the Crown. The masked man's glamour spell was flawless, concealing his divine essence beneath the appearance of pure Lycan masculinity.

I didn't have a beard, but I had a thirty-inch circular silver serving tray. I lifted the tray and positioned it so the polished silver edge rested against my forehead, angled downward to cover everything from my hairline to my chin. I could see through the narrow gap between the tray and my chest. "Jean-Pierre?" Luna giggled. "You look like a giant spoon." "I am ze Man in ze Silver Mask, Luna. Now, take ze cake." I had whipped up a fluffy red velvet cake using a base of flour, water, and a generous, lethal amount of the Imperial Red paint.

Also, there was something dangerous about her current situation, considering that Shan had not appeared even once since this man had arrived. ‘Why didn’t I notice?’ Sashal tightened her jaw upon arriving at that realization. “Lady? Are you now interested in proving what I said? You are now enjoying a beautiful thing in this world. More beautiful than the crescent moon tonight.” The man drew a broad smile on his face, showing a row of neat, white teeth. Sashal narrowed her eyes. Rohan opens his mouth. He gave up hope of hearing Sashal speak. “Ah, I forgot. You won’t be able to fully enjoy it if I wear a mask, right?”

Then Alesia fights back a monster that attacks her. However, Luna saw a man in a black cloak with a grin on his lips while watching the fight intensely. Luna felt the man’s dark aura. She teleported behind the man and surprised the man with an attack. "F*ck!" The man glared daggers at Luna. But later, the man smiled coyly at Luna as if thinking something inappropriate. "Hey there, beautiful lady..." the man winked at Luna. And Luna rolled her eyes and snorted in disgust. "Oh, hi!" Luna faked a smile and at the same time released an ice dagger swiftly that wounded the man’s face. Stunned by the surprise attack, the man touched his wounded face.