Sailor Moon Masked Novels & Stories

She was stealing my legacy while I wore her mask. "Riley has a private sanctum here. Use it," Gary ordered. "You’re the finale. You descend from the rafters as the Lunar Queen." He gestured to a gown of shimmering white silk, tight enough to show every curve of a hunter. The mask was a masterpiece of gold filigree, designed to shroud my identity in mystery. As I stood before the mirror, my hair pinned back with a single white moon-rose, I looked lethal. Even Gary looked stunned. "If you stay silent," he muttered, "they'll think you're a goddess. Riley will secure the contract for sure."

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.

Their entire body was wrapped in tight, obsidian-threaded silk that absorbed the surrounding light, and their face was completely concealed beneath a polished, featureless silver porcelain mask painted with a single, weeping red eye at the center. ​Clutched in the figure's gloved left hand was the Second Moon Heart—the brilliant blue sapphire, glowing faintly as it was forcibly held inside a sphere of strange, swirling black liquid that completely severed its connection to Seraphina’s aura. ​"Stop!" Lysander launching himself forward with blinding, phantom speed, his dark blade executing a lethal, decapitating strike aimed straight at the intruder's neck. ​The masked warrior didn't even draw

Rubby said, placing the box on the table right in front of Luna. Luna stopped wiping with her towel, staring at the box with a mixed gleam in her eyes. She opened the lid of the box slowly, revealing a Venetian carved mask in ivory white with beautiful silver brocade decorations along its edges. Luna's fingers stroked the smooth surface of the mask with a gaze that suddenly turned melancholic.

Smoke drifted through the broken entrance, and tiny pieces of shattered stone rained across the courtyard. Then silence fell. I slowly looked down at my wrist. The crescent was glowing brighter than I had ever seen it. Adrian stared at me. Evan did the same. Mia and Sophie stood frozen. But the Lunar Order warriors weren't looking at them. They were looking at me. One of the masked men slowly lowered his weapon. His entire body had gone rigid. “No…” Another warrior turned toward him. “What is it?” He didn't answer. Instead, he reached up and removed his mask.

The masked man also stood up. "I'm leaving. Thank you for helping me," Queen Lourine Chatrine said and stepped out. Suddenly, the masked human gently tugged on Queen Lourine Chatrine's hand. Queen Lourine Chatrine stopped in her tracks and turned her head. The masked man shook his head. Queen Lourine Chatrine turned around. She frowned and looked at the masked man. The masked man let go of Queen Lourine Chatrine's hand. A moment later, he slowly raised his hand and began to take off his mask. Queen Lourine Chatrine held her breath. Her heart was beating fast. Queen Lourine Chatrine was very surprised when she saw the face behind the mask. That face, a face she knew so well. Queen Lourine Cha

Before I could sink into the abyss threatened to consume me, I heard a shrieking sound, the tight grip on my neck loosened and I fell straight to the ground, but before I could hit my body to the hard ground, someone caught me—Sean. “I got you.” He whispered into my ears, his arms wrapped around me protectively. I opened my eyes slowly, only to see a terrifying scene. A figure cloaked in sand-worn robes, with silver eyes visible through the carved bone mask attacked the Velquari, it hissed, rippling into its true form—towering, serpentine, its tendrils rising like spears. But the masked figure raised a hand. A pulse of lunar fire ignited in his palm, casting harsh white light across the dune

"Of course not." She turned toward the accessory cases near the grand exit, her eyes locking onto a dark display tray. Suddenly, Tanis reached into the case, grabbed a contoured lace face-mask, and spun around—slamming the dark lace directly over my face! I stiffened, my wolf snarling in my mind as my vision was restricted to the narrow eye-slits of the mask. Tanis leaned in close, her eyes narrowing as she studied my features hidden behind the black lace. "You know..." Tanis whispered, her voice chillingly low. "You look remarkably similar to a high artisan I met a few days ago at the Moonkeep. Her name is Ada. Do you happen to know her, Selene?"

The world felt it. News of her return came not by horse or hawk or haggard messenger, but through every mirror, blade, and pool of water across the realm. Reflections shuddered. Frost bloomed in dark veins, followed by the silver gleam of a mask. Across every surface, shops and council chambers, soldiers’ dormitories and children’s dreams, the Masked Queen’s image spoke in a voice cold as the eastern wind. “Elara Moonstone has rejected the crown,” Sirelia intoned, her words rolling through glass and water alike. “She has shattered the pact. Riven the veil. Spared the guilty. But I am not a stranger to cost. And I have paid in full.”

I began "both servant, guard, master, Beta, and every other one person that I may not be able to account for. I am sorry if this party was announced at a very late moment, but I believe that if any one of you had gone through what I and my Luna Lessia had gone through you would probably do the same. I know some of you that may do worst. But in any case, I wanted it known that you're invited here because I think of you as a friend enough to do so." I was served a very loud round of applause when I was done. I looked around and something was amiss. Lessia was nowhere to be found. I excused myself out of the table to go seek her. I searched around I didn't see her, and when I was becoming worri