9 Tailed Cloak Novels & Stories

The focus of the eyes widened wide followed by tense veins. Now, the movements of the neck body began to spin. Gumiho showed her ferocity behind the ropes that bound her very tightly. Glancing from the side, highlighting two eyeballs that have changed. Red eyes with sharp, pointed teeth. Long nails grow in seconds, veins begin to swell as time go on. Cho Ye Joon is completely in body tonight. Even the Nine-Tails looked fiercer than before, fluttering slowly with a striking orange color. Grrrr!

He was clad in regal attire befitting his status, a garment that set him apart from the rest of the gathering in its grandeur and significance. His long, flowing tunic made of rich velvet, dyed in deep shades of midnight blue that shimmered subtly in the soft glow of sunlight made him look like a king, his leather trousers made from the finest leather were tucked into his booth, completing his looks. Over the tunic, he wore a luxurious cloak crafted from the finest fur of northern beasts, its dark hue blending seamlessly with the regal blue of his attire. The cloak was fastened at his shoulders with a gleaming clasp, intricately designed with the emblem of his pack.

Karl's funeral gives me the chance to keep my head down and maintain a low profile until Merlin's arrival the next night. She slips past the pack borders effortlessly, the same way she did the last time she had to bring me the potion that turned me into Lucy. Her cloak is spotless even though it drags on the ground behind her and flows around her body. Threads of silver, gold, and crimson tangle around each other, forming a beautiful tapestry of color that enchants the eye.

"I personally selected the fibers of this ceremonial cloak for your rank, Zafira. It required multiple sun-cycles to harvest the exact weave! Go ahead, run your claws over the texture see if it pleases your inner beast." With a sharp flick of her wrist, she signaled her lower runners to display the garment. The exact millisecond the cloak was unveiled, the atmospheric pressure in the reception hall plummeted to freezing. Zyric, who had just navigated back toward the command chair, stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes flaring with absolute shock.

As the horses broke into sight, the first one was a jet black horse with blazing red eyes carrying a rider wearing a full black cloak with a silver spiked helmet, he was carrying a long red staff that was glowing slightly, behind him was a tall slender person dressed in a light green robe with shiny silver shoulder armor, he looked like a man, but his long limbs, bald head, sharp teeth, larger eyes than a human and pale skin set him apart, he seemed to be chasing the black-cloaked man and caught him on the hill, leaping from his saddle and tackling the man, rolling to a stop a few feet away from Rex, who jumped away out of surprise ‘What is going on? “I told you Zadovelis was going to die, T

“It must be part of her sorcery!” “But we saw the dead body of one of the twins,” said Cory, confused, as she duplicated the cloak her father was wearing, watching the fibres of the new cloak knit together as she focused her mind on it. “That must have been a witchcraft! A Glamour,” said Titan. “An illusion, right?” “Venom is probably alive,” breathed Cory, the hope evident in her voice, as she draped the two newly formed cloaks over Smoke and Mirrors. “They all are, right Alpha?” Said Titan.

The back of the dress has a corset style criss cross pattern of black and violet shimmering strings. I pass the gown to Ceberus who is also crying. I'm sure she is remembering the day her best friend wore the gown. Inside the box is one more item. A cloak. The cloak is silver with gold trim. A dragon comes up from the train of the cloak. Its head resting in the center. The dragon is black with red eyes. A golden crown sitting upon his head that matches my mother's; only bigger. A the very bottom of the cloak is a phrase written in Fae. Something I can't speak or read.

So I left it, settling on exploring my new home instead. Today I found myself in a cosy study, still a considerably large room, but smaller than most that I had come across. It reminded me of Lilith’s living room, dark red wood seemed to domineer the room in here. A large inglenook fireplace flanked by a large suit of armour on each side. Over the mantel was a battered shield that had seen better days and two swords, mostly likely longer that I was, crossed at the back of it. A coat of arms could be made out under the battered metal, to me in looked like a half goat half man creature, holding a large raven in one hand and a snake in the other. I assumed it must belong to the Caine family.

The intricate pattern of scales flowed down his shoulders and onto his arms, stopping just before his wrists, a mesmerizing contrast to the smooth, pale skin that remained untouched. And his lower half— Ishaan’s grip on Ashwin tightened. Gone were his legs. In their place lay a thick, powerful cobra’s tail, its length stretching across the living room, coiling upon itself in relaxed slumber. It was magnificent—massive, covered in iridescent green scales that shimmered between emerald and obsidian as the moonlight kissed its surface. The patterns along its length were intricate, each scale layered perfectly, reflecting the regal nature of a true Naga. The tail was long, impossibly long, the t

Standing up, I gave her a smile and hoped that she would trust that I was on her side. Just as I stood, Arric landed a few yards away, with his back turned toward us. I realized that every time he shifted into a Dragon or back into human form, he always kept his back to me. Just like most Dragons, we had the ability to manifest clothing back onto our bodies. After he was dressed again, he turned toward me with a friendly smile on his face. “Glad you were close by, or I would have missed her.”