Novel & Cerita Tuxedo Mask From Sailor Moon

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.

one of those buyer among crowd was Albert… Albert brought three paper mask and went back to house where Draco and Jasmine were busy with their planning for freeing Terra and Petro… “Master, here are mask that you asked for” Albert said and handed Draco there half face mask which were in shape of half moon and were decorated with pigeon feather and some sham white glass stones…. “Good… now go take some rest, we have trouble to go through in evening” Draco replied and Albert bowed his head and left Draco and Jasmine alone as he went to barn and sat on his wooden cot that was placed inside it…. in meantime Jasmine was curiously staring at bright white colored mask in Draco’s hand.

Her white hair was loose, curled tightly to look very full, and on her head, she wore a white-gold tiara littered with sapphires. She looked like the Moon Goddess herself, and I couldn't help but stare. I glanced at Rowan between the pictures, watching him lean to whisper into Hanna's ear. He was wearing a sash much like Troy's, but a deep amber in color. A crest and flag were fixed to his sash as well. I was becoming a Luna, and Rowan an Alpha. It felt like everything that had happened to us over the past year had led us to this moment. But I was still having a hard time ignoring the elephant in the room–Tasia's threat.

I scoffed, tossing my hair with one hand as I strode to the beach house. Let’s say my father was not thrilled when I casually strolled into the dining room the next morning. I didn’t bow or anything in greeting. I just sat at my seat, placing my katana on the table, my Kitsune mask sitting sideways on top of my head, ready to wear even though I was not in the black jumpsuit I usually wear as Kitsune. No, today I’d opted for a little red romper with a cream collar and belt accent.

The question is, will I survive? The guard suddenly rushes in. He points at me and throws me something, which I quickly catch. “Put that on. Alpha Zao wants to see that on you.” “What…is it?” I ask, standing up. “A mask? I don’t know,” he says with anger. I look at it. It’s a tasseled nose‑and‑mouth mask. The dangling tassels are made with rhinestones, and the bottom part curves into a V shape that frames my jaw and chin when I put it on.

I stumbled on something or………. So I thought but no it was someone.closing my eyes ,expecting to fall,but I didn’t instead I felt a strong arms pulling me close .curious to know ,who didn’t freak out due to my ugliness, I opened my eyes and saw him. THE MASK GUY that doesn’t associate himself with anyone.he likes been alone just like me but the difference is that he hates people associating with him he usually shun them to stay away from him but me ,no one wants to come close to where I am .

A scientific and analytical blue Slayer like Sasha. “You’ve seen her,” she said, “haven’t you?” He nodded grimly. “On Star Festival Day, I wore my Type B Wani Academy uniform, which was comfortable and good for gym activities, minus the mask. My honmei choco and formal clothes for the dance were inside a rucksack slung on my shoulders.” Aki was suddenly gripped by a fond memory of Sasha that day in the Imperial Treasure Vault. She smiled at the wild, hysterical thought of him looking like a “ninja turtle”. She fought down the giggles because of Sasha’s currently somber face.

Bella says as she stands behind Luna Cassia and lifts her hair up. Luna Cassia claps her hands with excitement. “Perfect. I can’t believe I found a dress so easily!” She says, twirling again. “I have one more thing that I think would go perfectly with the dress,” Bella says and leaves the room. When she comes back a moment later, she’s holding a delicate golden eye mask. “May I?” she asks. Luna Cassia nods and turns around, and Bella places it over her eyes and ties the delicate straps.

A tradition older than any living student, where anything could flit freely behind masks and alliances were formed or broken under the influence of chandeliers. I wore a black gown, simple and soft, with sheer sleeves embroidered with tiny silver threads like constellations. Talia helped me pin my hair up, leaving curls to frame my face before she tied the velvet ribbon of my mask behind my head. “You look…ethereal,” she whispered. “Like a ghost?” I teased. She smiled sadly. “No. Like the Moon Goddess .” She teased. I found Alex near the marble staircase, dressed in an emerald gown that hugged her curves, her mask golden with glittering green gemstones. She looked like royalty. Nova, Liva, a

Sharp in its simplicity, catching the light like a blade. I lifted my hand instinctively, my fingers grazing the pendant as it skimmed my skin. He fastened it around my neck, his touch brief but careful, then turned me to face him. “One last thing,” he said, pulling a mask from inside his tux. “Your final weapon.” Before I could respond, he turned me around again, fitting the mask over my face with surprising gentleness. His fingers adjusted the straps, smoothed my hair back into place, as if he was sealing armor onto me.