Mask Man Sailor Moon Novels & Stories

Jester swiped his hand to the left. The wall before him tore itself up and crumbled to dust before being sucked into a void known as Jorus, exposing the figures inside. Only two people remained standing. One was a familiar figure, tall and broad, with a white mask covering his face. The other was leaner, smaller than the masked man, with a handsome face and cold, dead eyes. This man held in his arms a woman with golden hair in a fancy red dress. The features of her beautiful face were obscured by the blood seeping from her head, and around her slender neck was a fiery tattoo, like a necklace of thorns painted on her skin.

A way for my pack to show off their female population. My eyes scanned the crowd but neither really saw through the mass of bodies nor heard far due to the music blaring from the speakers. The fairy lights covering the pillars and the railings were eye-catching but what stood at the spotlight was the moon. I might have forgotten it was a full moon night today. How magnificent it felt, to be under the moonlight that seeped through the clouds, falling on us from time to time. A male gestured me over, and despite my nerves, I approached him with a curtsy when I sensed the power coming from him. He smelt of gamma blood, a third in command or the warrior wolf.

Beside the blindfolded man sat a little fellow with a long nose and large ears whose skin held a greenish hue, he opened his mouth to yawn showing sharp little teeth. As Danica continued down the line her eyes fell on a woman with a rather large hat over her head and sunglasses. Despite not being able to properly see the woman's eyes Danica knew that she was studying her curiously. At the end of the line was a man with long brown hair and goatee. Smiling the man at the end stood and strode forward pulling Mason into a hug like he was extremely moved to see him. "That's enough Killian." Mason grumbled trying to disengage himself from the man.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Luna didn't have to put any makeup on her face since she was still young. All of a sudden, a man dressed in a black robe appeared a distance away from Luna, staring at her intently. The man in the robe was one of the helpers for an evil monster in a movie. All of the helpers wore black masks, and there were more than 10 helpers that were dressed in black robes. The man's face couldn't be seen at all as he was wearing a black mask himself. He stood just a distance away from Luna as he gradually reached a hand out to point his finger toward her.

Maris stared at her hands, her palms had traces of faint scales and was partly covered with a film of transparent flesh, her fingers were long and slender, and in between them reaching the first knuckles, had web-like films like a duck's foot but it was not really evident except the fingers were splayed, if not, they looked like just mere human hands. "I think so," she finally answered, puzzled about why Theresa had asked her such a question. "Okay, here is what we’ll do. I'll lift your tail off the ground while you try to walk on your hands and avoid the sharp rocks so that I can help you get back to the sea." Maris smiled, revealing her pearly slightly-jagged teeth. "A good idea that is. T

A single, bare lightbulb hung from a frayed wire in the ceiling, swaying gently and casting erratic shadows across the room. Sitting on a plastic crate in the center of the room was a man. He didn't look like a standard pack warrior. He was thin, wire-muscled, and wore a scarred leather jacket. His face was obscured by a dark cloth mask, leaving only his eyes visible—eyes that were a terrifying, glassy shade of pale yellow. He was a rogue shifter, a man who had intentionally severed his connection to the Moon Goddess to live in the dark underbelly of the supernatural world.

I scoffed unbelievably, standing upright, but realized I was still putting on a show, so I yanked my body to the wall close by, faking a painful stare. What's special about that mask man? His fragrance? It smells like, well, it's bad! "Wait, is that his shirt on you? The very one he used to slay Tiyan?!" She exclaims, a smile forming on her lips. Oh, I see, he is a fighter, the commander in chief, with girls falling harder with everything that belongs to him. This lady wasn't looking as cold as earlier, but there's a sign of delight, and I am baffled by how her mood changes quickly.

“Yes, Sir.” One of the masked men stepped forward. He wore a raven mask, sleek and black, with a dark tailored suit that clung to his tall, muscular frame. The second was leaner, a serpent mask glinting silver over ice-blue eyes. Both watched her like predators circling prey. “She’s beautiful,” the serpent murmured, voice low and smooth. “You weren’t exaggerating.” “She’s ready,” her Master replied. “Trained. Obedient. Eager.”

Group Leader Pang frowned and continued to ask with a sullen face, "According to what you said, the so-called masked man is very powerful?" "Yes!" Xiao Liu nodded heavily. "His strength is well-matched with the mask he wears. He is really as powerful as Sun Wukong. The three of us have no strength to resist against him alone, and we can only be seckilled! It's the first time that I have met such a powerful opponent in my life. There is no doubt about this!"