Novel & Cerita Sailor Moon X Tuxedo Mask

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Selene's POV My eyes were stung with a flash of light, and I growled, rolling over away from it. My peace was ruined. "Moon Goddess, come on?" I growled. I opened one eye slowly, hoping against hope to see some miracle—a flat chest, zits, maybe a beard. No such luck. My mom stood over by the window over near the far side of the room, smiling tightly as she opened the curtains. "Good morning, my love," she gasped,

“Curiosity kills the cat,” Thea said coldly. “Sorry for interrupting you.” James turned to leave. After he left, Thea breathed a sigh of relief. She patted her chest and silently muttered under her breath, “Why did you appear all of a sudden? You gave me quite a fright!” James was intrigued by the Sect Leader of the Celestial Sect. He also wondered why ancient martial artists loved wearing masks. The Gu Sect, the God-King Palace, the Celestial Sect’s Sect Leader, and even Callan Maverick wore a mask.

And that only meant, although it made her feel embarrassed to admit it but she might be actually stronger than her. "Then, can I pick the girl with the green mask?" Tiffany's lips stretched out. Bingo! "Sure. If you may, Ms. Isla, can you show us your skill as well?" Luna rose from her seat. A grin was formed on her lips but the people didn't manage to see it because of her mask. The dangerous glint in her eyes was the only thing visible but not everyone saw it. "Thank you for this marvelous opportunity, Ms. Tiffany. I'll make sure to use it well."

Chapter 18: Celebration with Fury Dressed in a simple white shirt and wearing the same silk necktie, Lunar Invel had no other accessories anymore in his entire outfit except for that wristwatch that he wore back then. He moved forward, and the cheering from the selected participants followed. Moon kept his gaze onto Lunar Invel momentarily. He began hating his face. Now, he wore classic eyeglasses that suited his manly face. His features have gotten matured since the time Moon had seen him with his mother at the cliff years ago. But he hasn't grown that much. His face remained recognizable, and irritating to Moon's sight.

But the main attraction lay in the full moon-shaped necklace that went with the hoops. "Alpha Nikolai gifted this to the pack. He thought it would be a great idea for the moon to wear them." "They're beautiful." Bellona chirped. Raine had almost forgotten her presence in the room. She still couldn't fathom the expressions on Bellona's face, but she refused to get herself in a twist over them. "Now, you are ready," Mina announced gleefully. "The feast is waiting.” She reminded Raine. It was already sundown and Raine could hear the sound of drums as everyone got ready to welcome the procession. She nodded and allowed them to lead her out of the house.

Xander snarls, rejecting her explanation, too angry to see beyond it. “The Order of Three, but those that know about it call it the order.” She unzips her jacket, and her friends match her movements, moving in unison. Together, they pull their collar away from their necks, revealing a tattoo where a mate mark should sit. A triple moon is etched into the skin with black ink. The center moon has a key and arrow crossed with a paw sitting in the center, holding the components in place.

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.”

A figure stepped into view. She wore a baggy gray-and-white hoodie, the hood pulled low over her face, and cropped pants that showed off her pale ankles—clean, slender, striking. Her face was mostly covered, save for a gleaming mask shaped like a Lotus—etched in gold filigree over a dark, reinforced alloy. Elegant. Mysterious. And unmistakable. Everyone in the Alliance knew that mask. Only the Lotus wore it. Saxon’s eyes widened slightly before she lowered her weapon.

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