Sailor Moon Masked Novels & Stories

We talked and laughed, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. Just as we were in the middle of our conversation, the door creaked open, and a tall, dark-skinned man walked in. My head instinctively turned to greet him. Just as I raised my face to greet him, I felt a jolt of recognition run through me. It was the same guy from the masked party! I couldn't believe it; I had unmasked him in the washroom while we were kissing. I didn't know I'd remember his face ever again.

exactly what they came for. **** The evening sun set behind the horizon, bathing the resort in a gentle glow as Cassia and her friends got ready for the masquerade ball Quinn had insisted they attend. The excitement was evident as they picked out their masks. Cassia’s mask was elegant, black with gold accents, shaped like delicate wings that framed her face. It perfectly matched her flowing dark dress, giving her a mysterious yet stunning look. Kiara’s mask was bold and vibrant, decorated in red with feathers, while Quinn went for something simple but sparkling, lined with silver beads.

him gone, you have to know the truth. This army is prepared to defend the throne and ensure it remains in the hands of those who truly care for the pack, and we answer only to you." "Wait a minute, the strange masked men that have been appearing randomly whenever I need them..." She trailed off when she realized. "Yes, Your Highness. They were always there," he said, nodding. A man stepped out from behind the tent. It was the same man that had helped them back at Bluemoon. Unlike the other soldier's, he wasn't wearing the regular uniform. He was clothed in an all black outfit and a black mask, which was probably because it helped hm stay unnoticeable and even if anyone managed to notice him

CHAPTER ELEVEN “Amara, you forgot about this.” Amethyst handed me a mask. The mask would only cover half of the wearer’s face, including the forehead and the area surrounding the eyes. It was a masquerade mask. It was shaped like those butterfly wings. It was crafted from silver, with crystal beads designed at its corners and a black sun with four rays at the upper center. It has a lace at both ends. “Who owns it?” Amethyst asked curiously.

Not only was she very good on the pole, her anonymous appearance was intriguing to anyone who had ever watched her dance. From her striking red hair to her very curvy figure and then to her emerald eyes which were slightly concealed with a dark amber mask that covered most of her face which earned her the name 'Amber', June Skylar was the major sensation of the strip club and with good cause if anyone was being honest.

Lord Deragon stood up with furious expression, dangerous intent burst out of his body,his aura changed and the five commanders felt suffocated by the aura,the masked man grinned sitting comfortably in his seat. "Master…"the five commanders struggled to call obviously to help them out. "Lord Deragon,it is enough"the masked man said,dark smoke burst out of his body clearing out the suffocating aura of Lord Deragon. Lord Deragon pointed his hand toward the masked man and sent a black mini fireball to him,the masked man smiled and absorbed it. He stretched out his hand also,black fireball appeared and blasted Lord Deragon with it,he quickly repelled it in another direction.

Martina felt like the universe had finally succeeded in mocking her. “You have been a fool all your life, Martina” Hardin growls, his lips curving up in a mocking smirk, “you have always been a fool” “I trusted you, Melisa” Martina cried out, “I was there for you when..” “Oh, shut it” Melissa interrupted her, “you didn’t make me Martina” she grabbed a hold of her hair and yanked her closer, “you were only a stepping stone to give me the life I wanted Martina, i never saw you as a friend and neither did I see you as an enemy either. You have done what you should for us, i think it is time to get rid of you now”

I began, my voice laced with curiosity, "could you tell me more about the Alpha of the Black Moon Clan? What kind of person is he?" The servant's expression shifted, her eyes flickering with a strange mix of discomfort and uncertainty. "Ah, the Alpha of the Black Moon Clan," she started cautiously, "His name is Theobald Bastian, he's quite... unique. He wears a mask over half of his face, so no one has actually seen his true appearance." I furrowed my brows, puzzled by this revelation. A masked Alpha was certainly an unusual sight, and it only deepened the air of mystery surrounding him. "A mask? Why would he hide his face like that?"

An area where women could be obtained for a night of fun. It didn’t matter much to Ethan who looked around the street as he walked. Women leaned against walls looking at passing cars with calculated gazes. “You lost?” A calm voice asked with a trace of sarcasm. A girl stood leaning against a light post, her raven hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore a short, form-fitting dress that hugged her curves and a sleek leather jacket that added an edge to her look. A lace black masquerade mask hid half her face but her intelligent eyes stared at him with curiosity and her red lips had a hint of a smile on them.