Tuxedo Mask From Sailor Moon Novels & Stories

They were about to leave the classroom when the door open, and Misao Aika had the presence of mind to shut it after her, which would necessitate her sex partners doing the same. Misao Aika only caught a glimpse of a muscled male body wearing a simple black kimono that hung open with no belt revealing his large, rampant erection. But it was his head she noticed in the split second before they collided, for he was wearing a Japanese demon mask. Teacher Tadeo allowed the man to pass as if he knew who the person wearing the mask. Misao Aika was baffled. That was the case for Takahashi Sato as well. “Are you going to play with me too, good sir?” Misao Aika asked. She was doing this to make sure t

Dressed in a simple white sleeveless gown, her short black hair swayed along with the pace of wind, the purple highlights at the tips of her hair were a contrast to her white dress. Large doe eyes that held the innocence of a newborn fawn, yet there was a contrasting sly smirk on her lips. As she smiled, dimples appeared on her cheeks. "You are?" He asked as he snapped out of his daze. Back to the hall, while Mo Yuhan was discussing something with Ethan, he did not notice a certain someone observing him from a distance. Dressed in a sea-green-colored elegant suit, Tang Li had her long hair covered in the black cap on her head. A black mask rested on her face and with her proper disguise, it

Johanna had never spoken of her with that kind of iron-clad certainty. Master Smith was a notoriously arrogant wolf who usually bared his teeth at anyone trying to flatter him. He only spoke to me because of Johanna’s rank, but after a few minutes of discussing the structural integrity of reinforced pelts, his ears perked up. "I remember a specific piece from the Seacisco Fashion Moon. A slate-grey wrap with hidden silver threading. Was that yours?" "It was. I was trying to capture the way moonlight hits a moving coat," I said, my voice steady despite the eyes on me.

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

Rubby said, placing the box on the table right in front of Luna. Luna stopped wiping with her towel, staring at the box with a mixed gleam in her eyes. She opened the lid of the box slowly, revealing a Venetian carved mask in ivory white with beautiful silver brocade decorations along its edges. Luna's fingers stroked the smooth surface of the mask with a gaze that suddenly turned melancholic.

A mask should be worn. Blood Moon grabbed a black fox mask that covers her eyes and nose, and only her red lips are visible. She walked outside the room and met her idiotic partner in crime. "Hello, Shadow," she greeted with a bit of hesitance. "Looking great, Keisha," he greeted with a playful flirt and she closed her eyes in frustration. "Do not-- Do not call me by my name," she irritatedly commanded. "I didn't know you were coming with me," she murmured with gritted teeth. Guessing from the way he dressed, she concluded that he'll be accompanying her.

“Oh. Sir. I... I didn't realize you were attending the party tonight.” Intrigued, Sophie turned around. The man standing there was tall... impossibly tall... and broad-shouldered into a perfectly tailored tuxedo that screamed custom-made. But it was his mask that completely stole her breath. It was a magnificent full-face golden lion complete with a sweeping mane. “Give us a minute, Marcus,” the lion commanded and it wasn't a request.. it was an eviction notice. Marcus nodded so fast and instantly melted away into the crowd of dresses and suits.

"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?"

Pockmark Mask now. ***

Kayo’s tails ignite in nine different colors of foxfire. Rowan just sighs, closes his grimoire, and mutters, “Of course the Sky Court picks Texas.” A single figure steps out of the aurora bleed. Tall. Too tall. Skin like moonlight on snow, hair made of actual clouds, eyes the exact color of the moment before lightning strikes. He wears armor of living wind (plates that shift and whisper when he breathes). And he’s holding a scroll sealed with a drop of frozen starlight. He bows (perfect, ancient, terrifying).