Mask Man Sailor Moon Novels & Stories

The person was clothed in black and had his face covered, concealing his looks. Mo Yu clenched his fists so tightly that his bones creaked. "Who are you referring to...?" he asked in a terrifyingly gloomy voice. "You, of course. Don't you think that you're like a stray dog right now?" the masked man replied with a faint smile.

He held a staff topped with the head of a wolf. "Thank you, Tailor," the masked man said. "The sacrifice is complete. The Origin is broken. Now, bring me the girl." Rowan drew his sword, but the Tailor simply snapped his fingers. The floor beneath us turned into water.

Tate refused to be deterred, "We haven't talked about the red moon ceremony" he insisted. "and what are we going to say about it? There was obviously a mistake, we can't be mates" Ryan told him, he turned to walk away but Tate held on to him. "The moon goddess doesn't make a mistake" "Tate, we are both men, how can we be mates? We even hate each other. I think we should reject each other" Tate stepped back shaking his head.

Simon asks with a stunned look on his face. "Yes I am and you also claimed your mates I remind you." "That was a mistake." Says Simon. "You know how it will end. The few Reds who had a Blue mate rejected him or her and they were right and we need to do the same. They're a threat to us." "No, we don't. The Moon Goddess bound us all together for a reason." "Maybe, but I don't care to know why. She never usually gets this involved. Why us? Why now?" Simon asks.

Looking at it closely, there were flashes of lightning within the ring. That was the masked man's main weapon, the Purple Thunder Rings. The masked man was so skillful in using the Purple Thunder Rings that it was not just the southern disciples, even the northern disciples knew that the Corpse Pavilion's strongest disciple's main weapon was called the Purple Thunder Rings. Of course, Fane was not included among them. After all, Fane had only arrived in Hestia Continent not too long ago, not even one year in total. He had just started to understand the rules and common sense of the world. Hence, he did not know much about things like that. However, despite the fact that he did not know, Fane

he demanded, his voice low and menacing. The Head General Ybarra stood tall like a sentinel, his sword unsheathed and gleaming silver in the moonlight. As he confronted the mysterious woman before him, he couldn't see her face beneath the black warrior mask, but he could sense the smirk behind it. It sent shivers down his spine, but he stood firm, unfazed by her dark and cold presence. "I am the Mask Princess," she announced coldly, her sword shining bright as she raised it to his neck. He was taken aback when she revealed that she was no man, but he quickly regained his composure and informed her that she had no proper authorization to be there.

She replied and the masked man laughed again. This time he was laughing so much as if he had won a lottery. “Good, very good. I guess the Moon goddess is working in my favor, ” he seemed thrilled as he threw a glance at me then smiled evilly. I subconsciously hold my hands up my chest and looked down but it only earned a laugh from the masked man. “Since you didn't remember your name, I will give you another name.” He said slowly, coming up at me with the danger in his hands. I took another step back when I saw the glittering dagger.

Masaru’s distinctive voice roared, coming from the sky. We tilted our heads up and were stunned to see a pair of demonic figures in the sky, standing atop a small cloud. “We finally caught you, rat.” The gray-skinned one was Masaru, recognizing that gravel-gargling voice. He had a fierce face, sharp fangs, electrifying hair, and two horns. He wore a tattered dark-green skirt tied with a long red sash with a pair of massive Japanese drums hung on his waist and held a small mace in each hand.

Her eyes were full of terror. A young masked man stepped in, he wore black throughout with a long black jacket hovering in the wind. "Welcome! my most trusted gee! He clapped slowly and continued "we saw this damsel wandering around and I thought it wise to bring her to you as my gift for yesterday's operation." He chuckled, massaging his jaw. "I don't have time for such, Stone. Girls are out of my priorities" the young man whose name happens to be Moon, scoffed while glaring hard at her.

Harriel said, who was beside the maiden as he pointed at the man in front of Luna through his lips. The man was tall and wearing a black suit and black slacks. His silver hair is all tied up and he is wearing a black mask that covers his face aside from his red lips. Although covered, that didn’t stop the people, especially the girls, from gawking at the guy who is in front of Luna when they noticed his presence. “Oh? I wonder why he is here today?” Luna said to herself. “Who is that?” Harriel asked her in his intrigued tone.