Sailor Moon Masked Novels & Stories

They called me I don't know if ill run, but I'm strong I can manage to beat them, but the problem is that they are 3 and I'm all alone. I'm ready to run when one of the gangsters throw an empty can of beer exactly to my head " I'm sorry I'm not looking for trouble" I apologized, I'm ready to walk when one of them pulled my collar and throw me on the ground "I told you I'm not here to mess with you guys!" I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face

One month ago… “Good Morning people of New York, this is Radio Splash FM and I’m your girl Miranda Lain. Now I’m sure I told everyone last week, that Splash FM will be having an interview with the sensational, one and only, L.K, aka the Masked Queen of New York City. We’re going to be having an impersonal, phone interview to give everyone a chance to know what’s behind the sudden news of a breakup between L.K and her agency. Please, everyone, hold on while we make this call.” *~*~*~* “Over here, she ran over here!” I increase my pace and barge through the emergency doors, running down the stairs with heavy breaths. I stop on the last stair and wait to hear if they’re still chasing after me,

Mom rarely swore, but when she did, it was comedy gold. “Thanks, Mom,” I whispered, pulling away and sliding my white mask over my face. It was beautifully crafted: two silver wolves howling at the moon etched into the forehead, with thin black detailing that traced the cheekbones. The mask made me feel different—stronger, bolder. Like maybe I could fake bravery for one night. “I’m going to find Alpha and Luna Silvermane,” she said, squeezing my hand once before disappearing into the crowd. And just like that, the warmth of her touch vanished.

His words revealed that he knew who exactly the robed man was. "Master Subhuti; it is an honour to meet you again," the masked man bowed humbly to express his respect for the great Master Subhuti. Master Subhuti was a reclusive figure and barely came out of hiding. He wasn't as popular as Zeus or Odin; he didn't even possess the fame that newer gods like the Brute King possessed. For this masked man to recognise him meant they were familiar with each other. "Why did it have to be you?" Master Subhuti sighed in sorrow. As a person who was visiting the God Sealing Orb for the third time, he couldn't be clearer on the rules governing this mysterious artefact. He knew that he had to kill the man

She could sense the pull—the individual targeting them was near, within the walls. Upon reaching the courtyard, the moonlight beam flickered violently. And then a figure emerged from the shadows. A hooded cloak. A mask etched with ancient runes. A scent of magic so dark Even the ground recoiled from it. Aria’s breath caught in her throat. “You…” The masked figure inclined their head. “Luna Aria. The cherished key of the prophecy.” Rowan growled, positioning himself in front of her, his alpha presence surging like a tempest. “If you touch her, you will die.”

Nikolai growled whilst Cillian kept quiet. “Ansley will do it. The girl you’ve been walking with. She’s young but utterly ferocious. Naomi and Leona have been training her up. You’ve got ten minutes to make it happen then we set off. We need to beat that full moon.” With a quick mindlink the masked warrior approached. She removed her mask with a proud flourish, shaking her short, choppy black tresses out. A gorgeous, small face with pale porcelain features and high cheekbones. She was a lethal beauty. When I explained the idea her pale blue eyes lit up. “Let’s do it! Yes! As long as I have a weapon I’ll get myself back in one piece.”

she interrupted. “You and I have other business we must handle. I need something from you if we are going to gain full control of the spiritual and truly find them.” “What’s that?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. “I need one of your strongest betas to come into my tent at the peak of the full moon tonight. He must bring two gammas. They must be willing and ready for me to perform the masking spell on them.” “Ma’am,” one of her soldiers said, stepping forward. “We have secured the man you asked us to keep. He’s been struggling, but we sedated him… partially, with some beatings.”

Sneaky glared at him, and he shut his mouth, “Miles, what is your celebrity name?” “Masketer!” Owen exclaimed like a clown. “Mask Man” Chang Mang commented, Miles touched his nose, and Sneaky protested “no way” Owen's face fell, “why?” With a straight face, Sneaky replied, "they sound scary” Owen “_” Chang Mang “_” Miles replied, "Mora's mask” Sneaky's hand froze on the cursor, Miles turned around, and entered his mother's room, he retrieved the mask and wore it.

She would shatter his delusions completely and leave him with no reason to pursue her anymore! She would never return to that hell! Never! Marisol got up and walked to the walk-in closet, rummaging through the pile of clothes she'd scattered earlier to find a mask. It was one of the masks Emilia had sent over before the masquerade ball. She had told her to choose whichever she liked. "The ball's already over. What do you need that for?" Alinta followed. "Does it look good?" Marisol picked up a white cat half-mask, held it over the upper half of her face, and looked up at Alinta.

Same mole under the right eye. She turned the photo over. A single word was scrawled on the back in fountain pen ink. Domina. Her pulse roared in her ears. She grabbed another—this time a group shot. The same girl, now surrounded by others in masks. One wore a carved fox mask made of porcelain, the kind used in old carnivals. She blinked hard. That mask... She had seen it before. On her private stream two months ago. The masked subscriber who never spoke, never tipped, only watched.