Tuxedo Mask From Sailor Moon Novels & Stories

I wasn’t shocked by that because I didn't expect him to do anything or put up with what I was doing. I made the decision to put the incident behind me and focus on getting ready. I went to my clothing cabinet and had a look at the outfit I would be wearing. I even paid for this and the mask I required for the masquerade hosted by the royal of the Darkmoon pack, using some of my own money and bronze. If I didn't spend some, I wouldn’t have a decent chance of accessing their territory. I held the "moon mask," which could only be seen through my eyes, and looked at the black dress in front of me. We were going to cross paths, therefore I intended to put him in the silver cell so I could slowly

Tsarayu asked as he retrieved an object from his storage ring and revealed it to Xun. "Of course, it is the Mask of Mischief you found," Xun said as she saw the mask in Tsarayu's hands. She remembered that Tsarayu had found it in the pond after killing Tsa Xang. "But what does it have to do with—oh! I understand now," she stopped midway as understanding dawned and she chuckled. "It is good that you understand. At least you are smarter than you look," Tsarayu said with a slight laugh.

His eyes were pools of liquid gold, glittering and glowing like the Sun. "And Sierpenti's Dorm Commander, Naval King of Kozen Akademis, First Prince of the Kingdom of Malecoy, His Highness Prince Murien Larimar Samudra." The masked man motioned at the prince on the corner left. He was in a sumptuous azure blue coat, graced with sapphires, lined and threaded with silver. On his neck was a stone blue cravat, bejewelled with an aquamarine brooch. His hands were gloved with black fabric which remained on the side of his black pants, which he slipped under a couple of knee-high boots.

'Why is our boss…dressed like that? Corinne had changed into Xante's clothes in the lounge, and she walked out of the lounge with a gas mask on her face. She went straight to Jeremy and changed her voice by raising it several pitches higher, saying, "You wanted to meet me, didn't you, Mister Jeremy? I'm Moon." Jeremy frowned slightly and looked at her skeptically. Tommy had a dumbfounded look when he saw her. 'Why did Moon arm herself with that sort of protective equipment? Is she trying to imply that Mister Jeremy is noxious or something?'

It was about destiny. Later that night at the Sanchiano Estate, in the Inner Sanctum, Talana stood alone before the mirror in the vast, candlelit dressing chamber. Her gown for the ball lay draped across the divan: deep crimson velvet, heavy with embroidered black thorns. The mask she would wear rested atop it, a masterpiece of onyx and gold, shaped to frame her sharp cheekbones, leaving only her mouth visible. A mouth that could command armies or destroy empires. She traced a finger along the mask's edge. This was no costume. This was a weapon.

It was a dress I imagined fit for the Moon Goddess herself—silent, radiant and untouchable. ‘Are you ready for this?’ He asked, placing his hand on my shoulders and meeting my eyes through the mirror. He was wearing a navy blue tuxedo, a black shirt and shoes, and a silver bowtie that matched my dress. Our outfits complemented each other just as we did. ‘Yes, I think so.’ He smiled and offered me his elbow. I go where you go, my Alpha. Blinking away the last of my tears, I mirrored his smile and looped my arm with his. Let’s get this party started, my Luna.

As though some instinct told them what was going to happen, even the Nightclaw warriors appeared uneasy. At first, the masked figure remained silent. He simply gave me a silently intense look, as though he was assessing my readiness for what was behind the gleaming exterior. "It won't be that easy anyway, but I will onmy obey because it is coming from the Lunar Queen." He chuckled. Then he reached up and **removed the mask** with slow, deliberate movements. The entire world lurched. My body locked in place, and my breath caught. No. No, this isn't possible.

Moonlight broke across the clearing as the stranger stepped forward, silver eyes catching the light like polished steel. He wore no crown, yet power clung to him like a storm about to break. His hair brushed his shoulders, dark with faint streaks of silver threaded through like veins of moonlight. His coat was armor in disguise—smooth black leather, heavy stitching, an insignia Selene didn’t recognize pressed into the collar. But she felt him. The presence that whispered through the marsh.

"You are the future Luna Queen's brother, and you are part of the family now. Everyone must be there. Now, no more stalling. Let's get you ready." Ten minutes later, I was standing in front of the tall vanity mirror, staring at a version of myself I barely recognized. The navy tunic was made of a thick, luxurious silk that clung perfectly to the frame of my shoulders. The collar was stiff, embroidered with subtle silver thread that caught the morning light. The dark trousers were tailored sharply, tucked into polished black leather boots that rose almost to my knees. The "suppressed wolf" medication Rowan had been giving me was still doing something weird to my skin—my complexion was radiant

Masked Moonlight Addiction PART I The Masked Moon Ball pulsed like a living heartbeat. Crystal chandeliers dripped silver light over the grand hall of Lunar Academy, and every student, professor, and staff member wore the same enchanted silver masks. No faces could be seen, no names told. Only scent, touch, and instinct. Aria adjusted her mask, the cool metal pressing against her cheeks. Her simple black gown clung to her curves, and for the first time in years, she hadn’t taken her suppressants. “Just one night of not hiding,” she whispered to herself, heart racing.