Sailor Moon X Tuxedo Mask Novels & Stories

"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?"

Stars sparkled within his translucent body, and his voice echoed like the whispers of ancient nebulae. Third was Levana, the Moon Mistress. She appeared as a serene figure, her skin pale and luminous like the moon at midnight. Her hair flowed like silver rivers, and her eyes were deep pools of liquid night, reflecting the phases of the moon. Fourth was Thalassia, the Ocean Keeper. Her form was fluid and ever-changing, shifting from water to ice to mist. Her eyes were the color of the deepest seas, and she exuded a calm yet formidable power, like the tide that shapes the shores.

As I exhale, I feel the dam that was holding back my tears burst and I allow myself to cry myself to sleep in this sitting position against the cold cement wall. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jaxon. "I want to know who she is, where she came from, who she is working for, and what the fuck happened to her! I want every detail of her life all the way down to her first sliver, IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?!" I roar at my 5 best warriors. Two of which are my Beta and Gamma, Trev and Grey. Trev is my Beta, my first in command and most trusted friend. Grey is my Gamma and my second in command as well as the leader of our warriors.

Masaru’s distinctive voice roared, coming from the sky. We tilted our heads up and were stunned to see a pair of demonic figures in the sky, standing atop a small cloud. “We finally caught you, rat.” The gray-skinned one was Masaru, recognizing that gravel-gargling voice. He had a fierce face, sharp fangs, electrifying hair, and two horns. He wore a tattered dark-green skirt tied with a long red sash with a pair of massive Japanese drums hung on his waist and held a small mace in each hand.

" Seeing that the little tigress from a moment ago turns into a frightened cute rabbit, Diether can't help but chuckle. He waved his hand and whispered, "DÓSE MOU ÉNA PRÓSOPO POU XEGELÁEI TA MÁTIA" After he was done chanting the spell, a soggy-looking mask materializes at his hand. "Here, wear this one for the time being." He said as he handed Audrey the soggy-looking mask. "Leave me alone----Hey?! What are you trying to do?????"

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."

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.

He wanted to arrive peacefully and leave peacefully. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a mask. It was simple, a smooth piece of enchanted cloth meant to obscure his features. With a quiet murmur, he recited a spell and placed the piece of cloth over his face. The cloth moved around his face, as if merging with his skin, altering his facial structure. His dark hair changed to a light shade of brown while his face changed to a kind of bland type. A face no one would look at twice or even bother to remember. This way, Talon might take him as an ordinary servant of Sera's or Zedekiel.

Only the wind whipped through the torn Sailing the alien ship. Then a wooden hatch opened on the main deck of the sailor. A figure came out. She wore an artful armor, completely out of the shimmering, glass leaves of coral trees was shed. Her face was covered by a mask made of polished carbonium wood, but when they put the mask We saw no mutants and no cyborgs. It was a woman with weather-tanned, bronze-colored skin and eyes, so bright and were clear blue like the Azur around us. She stared unconstitutional at the Moos-Tau

In fact, he slowly took off his mask, revealing the smile on his face. If Felix had been there, he would have understood why Santhor had to wear that mask. Aside from the birthmark on his forehead, there was another huge birthmark on the right side of his face. It made his face look distorted and ugly. "Xena Summers, the goddess of war, right? I've wanted to meet you for a long time. Getting to witness you call a stranger 'honey' and act all cutesy right in front of me? That alone makes dying worth it," Santhor remarked.