Mask Man Sailor Moon Novels & Stories

“But master, if you leave now, what about your surgery? Rebel asked. “Postpone it; I’ll do it later. Was the surgery successful? He asked while walking to the mirror and standing in front of it. Rebel sighed. “Yeah, it was successful, Master; you won’t believe how unbelievably the result is until you see it with your own eyes.” Rebel suddenly got excited. The masked man paused. Suddenly, he raised his hand and pulled off the mask. A handsome yet faulty scar appeared in the mirror. He had a flawless face, beautiful eyes, long eyelashes, and thick eyebrows that put devilish handsomeness on his face. His pinkish lips were so kissable that any woman would fall for this face on the spot, but the

Only the wind whipped through the torn Sailing the alien ship. Then a wooden hatch opened on the main deck of the sailor. A figure came out. She wore an artful armor, completely out of the shimmering, glass leaves of coral trees was shed. Her face was covered by a mask made of polished carbonium wood, but when they put the mask We saw no mutants and no cyborgs. It was a woman with weather-tanned, bronze-colored skin and eyes, so bright and were clear blue like the Azur around us. She stared unconstitutional at the Moos-Tau

‘From what he said, it’s because the Tuffin family wanted to plant a slave mark on an indigenous living planet, and he was coincidentally there, so he stopped them. ‘He’s so strong and has such a strong sense of justice. ‘It’s rare to see this kind of people. ‘When I return to Lunar Palace, I have to ask the head if they know him. ‘A silver masked man with a long red sword should be easy to identify. ‘After all, not many people could reach peak Infinity Rank in the Milky Way. ‘Moreover, judging from his body, he shouldn’t be too old, at least not an old man. However, he shouldn’t be middle aged yet either. I wonder what that face under the mask looks like.’

Selene's POV My eyes were stung with a flash of light, and I growled, rolling over away from it. My peace was ruined. "Moon Goddess, come on?" I growled. I opened one eye slowly, hoping against hope to see some miracle—a flat chest, zits, maybe a beard. No such luck. My mom stood over by the window over near the far side of the room, smiling tightly as she opened the curtains. "Good morning, my love," she gasped,

Large feet and broad shoulders were the first to come into view, but I didn’t need to see his face to know who the man was. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the Moon Goddess. The creator of the werewolves.” The stocky man chuckled darkly, “I must say I expected more.” Just like in my dream, the scar across his face distorted with his sneer. He looked just as I remembered him and I shivered. “Remove the gag, I have a few questions for the Moon Goddess.” The hatred in his latter words echoed off the metal walls and I bit back a flinch. The man oozed negativity as I'd never seen before.

"I know that and I know who you are Lennox but you can't leave the island." From the shadows emerged a black man, his eyes pure white with no irises. His hair too was white, long, and fanned his naked torso and Lennox considered him good-looking despite him looking inhuman, now Lennox was relieved Riona wasn't awake to see him. As his hand on Riona tightened in a possessive hold, the man's gaze shifted to Riona which had Lennox moving back. Even in his mortal state, he could still tell a strong opponent and now his instincts screamed danger.

Now. Mazzo’s hand tensed slightly at her waist as Lenny approached with Mr. Marino in tow. The elder Marino wore navy mistaken for black, a silver-rimmed mask dangling uselessly from one hand. He was smiling too wide, the way men smile before a storm they think will miss them.

MARA I knelt beside a pool fed by a narrow stream. Moonlight rippled across its surface, silver on black. My reflection flickered there, the same face that wore the Luna’s mask every day, only softer now—bare, unsure, alive. I cupped my hands in the water and let it run down my wrists. The cold snapped through me, sharp enough to remind me I was still made of flesh, not duty.

He was dead, how come he was alive now and here. She was still in shock as she stared at him, she had seen the leader 's face. He had green colored eyes but the one in front of her had hazel eyes. Was it possible for someone to have the same face in the world? "When was she released?" He asked Adrian. Luna was still confused that Adrian knew him, the time they had fought him. He was putting on a mask and the others weren't able to see his face. She gulped, maybe she was overthinking. Monsell was dead and different from the man in front of her.

she pretty much screamed making me deaf in one ear while pulling me into a bone breaking hug. Standing in my closet looking at us in the mirror with Lily straightening out her light pink dress completed with her tan skin, hugging her curves perfectly. With her platinum blonde hair with slight curls in it. Being the future Luna of Opal moon she has to look gorgeous because her father still thinks she needs to find her mate.