Sailor Moon Masked Novels & Stories

The mask settled against her face, the crystal edges fitting to her bone as if grown there. She looked in the mirror. Her silver hair against the deep purple, her violet eyes glowing with the Moon Seal's light, the torn veil floating above her head like a broken halo. Not a queen. Not an angel. Something older. Something that had walked through death and sewn a gown from its own refusal to break. She checked the clock. Half-hour past eight. The Masquerade was in full swing, Selene's gloating reaching its peak, her friends believing her defeated.

“Thank you.” “Oh, I almost forgot, the lord magus has also said that you must not remove it unless he orders you. He said that he has made that mask for you. It would help you hide your aura and would make it more difficult for the duke to recognize you.” The lady servant added, curiously glancing at the stunning Lili as they walked through the wide halls. “It would trick the senses of anyone who looks at you. Anyway, the old master said that you should just stay in the corner, enjoy the food, and wait.” Lili stared at the mysterious masked in her hands. Without further ado, she immediately wore it over her face after hearing that it would make things more difficult for that bloody duke to r

Then finally, he said: “Why are you even wearing a mask, Mr Alvin? The footage on the camera when you got into the station showed that your face was free. Did a police officer give you—” “I gave him the mask!“ Mr father suddenly cut in with anger. “And I don't see how wearing a mask is relevant to his alleged abuse of his maid.“ "It's important, Mr Miller,” replied Captain Bob, suddenly losing his fear for my father. “I need to know why you brought him a mask because I once saw his company's issue with Madrin and the allegations on the news that nobody has ever seen his face. There's a reason for—” “It's fine!“ My father angrily said, standing up from the chair. “You want to know why I broug

Finally, Albot walks towards me with a simple wooden box in hand, a sly smile on his face. “Atticus told me this is for you.” He says softly, opening the box to reveal a delicately crafted mask. The mask is shaped like a crescent moon, the lower portion will be covering my eyes while the upper portion will be slightly above my hair line. What surprises me the most is that it is made with silver threads with a small delicate chain holding a pearl sized moonstone falling from the tip of the top peak. A mask only I can wear, a piece of silver that could be used as a weapon, and a moonstone that I have a feeling Cassandra enchanted with another charm to keep my identity a secret. With a smile, I

Sal then walked over to Luna Rayne who was standing beside me and said, “Your necklace now not only holds the power of the moonstone but also the sunstone too. I looked at the necklace after he had handed it back to Luna Rayne to see that it did indeed have a green cast to it. It was as if the moonstone was now incased in the green sunstone. Luna Rayne and I both stared in awe knowing that neither of us had ever seen anything like it before. “Did the spell work?” Alpha Hunter now asks Sal and Sal nods his head and says, “We won’t have to ever worry about seeing the Moon Witch again. She is a prisoner in her own realm.”

“Here open it” Alison raised an eyebrow and opened the box. Inside lay a porcelain-white mask, engraved with faint silver runes. “The mask you told me about?” she asked, confused. “Yes but not just any mask,” Herald explained. “Place it by your bathtub. Fill it with water, and then bathe. It’ll hide your powers for now. You’re… too strong, even for us. We don’t want unnecessary attention.” Alison blinked. “Is it too strong? But I haven't done anything ever since the day they attacked my home.”

Isadora: The dress feels like midnight made flesh as I slip in on. Black lace clings to every inch of me, a whisper of shadow against bare skin. I fasten the crimson-ruby earrings Loralie pressed into my palm earlier, their cold weight a pulse at my throat. The matching necklace settles like a promise—or a threat—above my heartbeat. When I tie the mask, its filigree edges bite lightly into my temples, framing the world in obsidian. Loralie bursts into my room in a shimmer of rose-gold sequins, eyes already glittering with the night’s intoxication. “Mistress of Moonlight,” she declares, looping her arm through mine. “Ready?”

Get the final seal ready. Selene's heart skipped a beat. Thirteen minutes. She forced her head to turn, her muscles screaming. Three figures in hoods stood at the edge of the circle. One held a curved knife with a hole in the middle for stealing power. Another carried a stone bowl covered in red symbols. The third, closest to her, pulled down his hood. Maris. Her heart sank. Not a servant. Not scared. Not desperate. Smiling. But it wasn't the smile she remembered. It was twisted and hungry.

The room was dark apart from a single light that illuminated a masked figure seated in a large chair at the center of the room. “Beta Callum, I got the best for His Majesty,” the man who led me in said proudly and pushed me forward slightly, my gaze landing on the unsettling gray eyes of the masked man. The masked man stared at me with an unnerving intensity, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand. “She's an Ex-Luna,” the man added. “She'll make strong pups for His Majesty.” Pups? So this is what all this was about. I scoffed inwardly at my ill fate. Never in my wildest dreams would I have guessed this. When Lara was done getting me ready, I thought I was going to work in a brothel or

It is more beautiful than anything I have ever dared to imagine in my most secret dreams. Suddenly, a crystalline chime sounds nearby, like the gentle ringing of glass, and before me, a mask appears, hovering as if held by invisible hands, settling gently into my palms. The mask is pale and delicate, kissed by moonlight, its surface etched with swirling patterns that mimic the frost creeping across a windowpane on a cold winter’s night. I lift it and press it to my face, feeling it mold perfectly to my features as if it was made just for me.