Novel & Cerita Tuxedo Mask From Sailor Moon

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

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,

As for the Eastern Divine Eagles Special Forces, their masks were all uniform black. On Ling Yingxuan's 19th birthday, Yang Xiao carved a godly eagle on a black mask and gave it to Ling Yingxuan as a birthday gift. Now there was a woman in black wearing such a mask. Who else could it be except Ling Yingxuan? Taking a deep breath, Yang Xiao looked at Tang Muxue and said, "Muxue, this woman has a relationship with me. I must find her now. I'm sorry, but I can't tell you her real identity for the time being."

She says looking at the masks and picking a few up. She’s so sweet, I wonder where she gets her charm from? “Ooo what about these?” she picks up couples masks and I can’t help but giggle at the thought ‘couple’ is that what Troy and I are? “They are pretty cute and will match my dress perfectly.” The ‘women’s’ one is a black lace mask with purple glitter etched around the eyes and what kind of looks like crescent moons, and the ‘males’ one is a simple design, black with the same purple glitter around the eyes and crescent moons. Perfect.

Jenny nodded. “What is the hurry? Don’t you want to see the show?” Jean shot a glance at Jenny. Jenny grabbed her arm. “What are you going to do?” Jean just let out an evil smile. … The shooting went on smoothly. Anne did not come looking for trouble, and Etan did not show up again. The last set of outfits was that of Nine-Tailed Demon Fox, which had a pair of fox ears and a big white furry tail. The makeup artist started by drawing an exotic totem in red from the corner of Jean’s eyes, and then drew all the way down to her neck.

I gushed, running up to her. “Thanks,” she muttered, her fingers worrying one of the buttons on her vest. “But I’m still nervous. I’ve never modeled before.” Nodding, I reached into my bag and pulled out a delicate Venetian-style mask. “Here, put this on. It might help you feel more confident if you’re a little disguised.” Tina looked confused, but took the mask anyway. Little did she know that it was just a way to minimize questions over why Edwin would be arriving in his own mask. “Um, okay. If you say so.”

Dangerous and knowing. I ran my fingers over the ivory base, cool and smooth like porcelain. Silver filigree swirled across the forehead and cheekbones, intricate and deceptively delicate. But it was the fur that made the decision for me. One side of the mask was orange-tipped fox fur, the other stark white kitten fur—a contrast as striking as night and day. I lifted it to my face, the weight of it settling against my skin as if it had always belonged there. Through the eye slits, I met Lachlan’s gaze. I smiled.

Skylar’s gown was silver with a mask to depict a full moon. When we entered the ballroom, the maître d ’ announced, “THE ALPHA OF THE ROGUE MOON PACK!” All chatter and even the music from the orchestra suddenly died. All eyes swiveled to stare with shocked disbelief, curiosity, or hostility. “Welcome! Welcome!” Damen shouted as he walked through the crowd to greet us. He was wearing a white tuxedo with a white wolf mask. Something burned in my chest, not anger per se, but perhaps sorrow?

"What about you?" Tess reaches deeper into the bag, pulling out another dress, clearly meant for her. It's simpler, soft brown with an olive green lace, enough to match without drawing too much attention. A small apron-like cloth wraps around her waist. She puts on a half mask that covers only her eyes. "As long as anyone is concerned, I'm your omega for the ball." She straps on my leather bag, her eyes twinkling under the light. "Now let's get out of here before the pack enforcers notice you're gone."

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.