Tuxedo Mask From Sailor Moon Novels & Stories

“Understood.” Owen was dressed in a sharp, midnight blue tuxedo. His indigo mask was intricately designed with silver accents. A dark wig and fake mustache completed his disguise, making him nearly unrecognizable. I myself wore a classic black tuxedo, my mask adorned with gold accents. I donned a wig of slicked-back blonde hair. A neatly trimmed fake beard gave me an air of mystery. The elaborate disguises were meant to keep us hidden in plain sight.

“Excuse me?” My lack of wealth and prestigious ancestry has made Kristoff’s parents dislike me. How much more if they found out I was attending WSM on a full scholarship? Suddenly, a deep, velvety, vaguely familiar voice interrupts my thoughts. “You there.” I shift my head to the side. “Oh, hello. I’m sorry about that.” I awkwardly step to the side. This guy is coming in way too close. But, gee. He’s tall. He’s hiding half his face underneath a gold mask. His mouth and the faintest outlines of stubble are the only visible parts of his face. He’s dressed in a midnight blue designer tuxedo with black lapels, which displays his broad frame.

When I opened it, the room was empty but filled with evidence of Aurora's absence—and her previous intentions. White moonflowers stood in a crystal vase on the nightstand, their silver-tinged petals beginning to wilt slightly. Beside them lay a package wrapped in ceremonial paper. I opened it to find three black ceremonial shirts with exquisite silver embroidery—the Moonhunter brand, known for their quality and prestige. She had bought these for me while I was supposedly in Silver Creek territory. I picked one up, running my fingers over the intricate silver patterns. She'd chosen perfectly—the designs complemented my status as Alpha heir while remaining understated enough for everyday pack

he said. She turned, smoothing the fabric down her waist. “It’s… too much.” “It’s perfect.” The tailor returned with a box of masks—some feathered, some jeweled, some carved in the style of Venetian nobility. Emilia reached for a half-mask made of silver filigree and lace. She held it up to her face. Sebastian nodded with approval. “That one.” She caught his reflection behind her in the mirror. His eyes were sharp. Focused. Like she was prey dressed in silk.

“Yes, Sir.” One of the masked men stepped forward. He wore a raven mask, sleek and black, with a dark tailored suit that clung to his tall, muscular frame. The second was leaner, a serpent mask glinting silver over ice-blue eyes. Both watched her like predators circling prey. “She’s beautiful,” the serpent murmured, voice low and smooth. “You weren’t exaggerating.” “She’s ready,” her Master replied. “Trained. Obedient. Eager.”

The invitation was clear: masks were mandatory, identities optional. My gown was a masterpiece of sin — deep midnight blue silk with a corseted bodice that pushed my breasts up dramatically and a flowing skirt with a high slit. A matching sapphire mask covered the upper half of my face, leaving my lips and jaw exposed. Underneath, as always, I wore nothing. Alessandro, Matteo, and Luca looked devastating in tailored black tuxedos and matching dark masks that only accentuated their sharp jawlines and piercing hazel eyes.

A figure stepped into view. She wore a baggy gray-and-white hoodie, the hood pulled low over her face, and cropped pants that showed off her pale ankles—clean, slender, striking. Her face was mostly covered, save for a gleaming mask shaped like a Lotus—etched in gold filigree over a dark, reinforced alloy. Elegant. Mysterious. And unmistakable. Everyone in the Alliance knew that mask. Only the Lotus wore it. Saxon’s eyes widened slightly before she lowered her weapon.

Zane continues before ending the call. I ran to my bike, opened the compartment behind and put on the leather jacket I kept inside just in case. I took out my mask, which is enough to cover my mouth and one of my eyes, leaving a hole for me to look. I drew a mouth and other designs on it to make it look cool and it's safe to say that I'm proud of it. If you've ever watched Tokyo Ghoul, you might have an idea or two. It looks just like kaneki's, but mine is better.

Shouting a low 'come in' and the door open slowly. "Party is starting in five, you two must --" Calix stop talking as he looks at me, his eyes roam from my eyes down ward then back to my eyes, I take this time to check on him, he's wearing a black tuxedo with a long black coat, he's like the man I forgot his name, but I know he's from what they called sailor moon, he's so breathtaking. I turn to look at him to his eyes, his eyes turn black not from anger but for lust.

But the main attraction lay in the full moon-shaped necklace that went with the hoops. "Alpha Nikolai gifted this to the pack. He thought it would be a great idea for the moon to wear them." "They're beautiful." Bellona chirped. Raine had almost forgotten her presence in the room. She still couldn't fathom the expressions on Bellona's face, but she refused to get herself in a twist over them. "Now, you are ready," Mina announced gleefully. "The feast is waiting.” She reminded Raine. It was already sundown and Raine could hear the sound of drums as everyone got ready to welcome the procession. She nodded and allowed them to lead her out of the house.