Tanjiro Fox Mask Novels & Stories

I purred, my voice laced in sarcasm as I pouted my lips. “Aww... Poor, lonely Enzo.” He scowled, his deep voice cutting through the air. “Wear your damn mask.” I rolled my eyes and held my mask. It had a peacock design, with feathers affixed to the sides. Golden detailing lined the edges, giving it a delicate yet exotic look. I put it on, and it shielded my features, except for my eyes and lips. I turned to look at him. His mask was the design of a wolf, its expression a scowl just like the one he carried permanently on his face. The only covered parts of his face were his forehead and eyelids. His eyes, nose, and mouth were exposed.

I ask. The three brothers give each other a knowing, sneaky look, then stare back at me with a teasing look in their eyes. “We're not telling,” Nico replies with amusement in his voice. I roll my eyes. Typical them. I wasn't expecting them to tell me anyways. I know they won't let it out, not so easily. “What about your masks?” I ask. Nico grins and holds up a black half-mask shaped like a wolf’s snarl. “Mine.”

I remember wrapping my handkerchief around the fox's leg. I looked around to look for the fox, but there was no sight of him. Could it be? Could it be that this little boy in the Japanese outfit is the same fox I treated a while ago? He does have orange hair like the fox's fur and a foxy look on his cheerful face; in addition, the fox was nowhere to be found. There's no mistaking it, the fox that I cured has somehow transformed into this boy.

Embarrassed, Yoshitaka instead doubled down, "Ms. Fox, Mr. Wade—don't worry. Tokyo is my turf, and no one gets to misbehave here!" But even as he finished speaking, someone yelled from the backstage entrance, "Kill them all! Leave none alive!" Even as Yoshitaka turned in shock, he found the dozenish armor-clad figures storming inside, their faces covered in masks, and each of them carrying katanas! The samurai masks were utterly horrific, each being sculpted into the faces of demons, their eyes glaring and glowering furiously while their fangs protruded from their jaws—the very sight of them intimidating.

Tokyo asked Max and I laugh at how she looks. She was wearing a face mask with her hair in a high ponytail. Wearing a face mask should be no problem since we usually do when we need to do some treatment but her face mask has a drawing of coconut and a drawing of a head. How did she even draw that? "Why are you even roaming around the house looking like that Tokyo? I swear I'm starting to question your mentality at some point." I chuckled. "I was annoying Grey. Besides, this mask feels so refreshing, do you wanna try? I can draw a Mochi on it" she grinned and I threw my pillow at her.

He said, stripping his clothes off. Mark started laughing, the moment Josiah tool his shirt off. “What?” Josiah asked. “When did you get a tattoo?” He asked. “I didn’t” Josiah answered. “Someone tattooed a masked man riding a unicorn on your back right in the center. It looks like the Unicorn is farting glitter and rainbow stars.” “Those clever bastards. They must have tattooed the rune on me in my sleep. You will have to cut the tattoo off of me.” He said to Mark.

We booked our trip to Japan for a week and I took the time dragging Leslie around Japan, carefully avoiding prefectures close to Osaka so that the clan members wouldn’t be aware I was in Japan. If they hadn’t investigated about my current lifestyle or distracted with old news about my parents’ divorce, they would take a keen interest if they saw me with Leslie especially… him. Leslie will meet them with time. “Babe look.” Leslie said, and I cocked my head. Leslie wore a kitsune mask, and I burst into laughter. I took pictures until he got me a Hyottoko mask to match, and we took pictures. “Would you be interested in making your own mask?” The shop keeper asked, and a translation bot translat

Diana took the mask and put it on her face. The silver rabbit mask covered most of her petite face, revealing only a delicate chin and cherry lips. Diana looked at him. "What about you? Do you have one too?" "Yeah." John reached out and pulled out another mask. It was also silver, but in the shape of a fox. Diana squinted at him.

He smirked, his thumb tracing the curve of my jawline just beneath the mask's edge. "Shh, relax, little fox," he teased, his voice husky and laced with wicked promise. "You're exciting, you know that? Keeping those pretty little secrets hidden behind leather. But trust me, by the time we're done with you, every single mask in this room is going to be forgotten."

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Asmodeus ⋅• ♱ "Let’s go" I said finishing casting the last spell on the fox mask. "Thank you" the blond man in front of me said and I rolled my eyes as I threw that mask on his chest. "Yeah, yeah..." I muttered and the blond laughed. "You look pissed off." Cynical. "We’ll be late if you make me waste even more time."