9 Tailed Cloak Novels & Stories

“Fool! You damnable and lowly Eastern Battle God. You have no idea what terrible existence you’re facing! How dare you provoke an archmage?! You’re simply seeking death!” Gustav was furious. The black mage cloak behind him was branded with a special red-gold rune. That was the symbol of the Ancient One. It was a symbol of a huge golden cogwheel, while the teeth were made up of knights’ swords. In the middle of the cogwheel, there was a golden orb that symbolized the sun. Levitation Cloak! Only an archmage could possess a levitation cloak! The levitation cloak had no self-awareness and would establish telepathy with its owner. It could move with just one thought.

The embroidery seemed to shimmer in the dappled sunlight, casting a subtle glow on the fabric. The coat, fitted to perfection, showcased Liam's broad shoulders and regal stature. A silver brooch, a family heirloom, adorned the lapel, securing a cloak that billowed gracefully as he moved. The cloak itself was a masterpiece, crafted from the finest materials and lined with a delicate pattern that echoed the flora of the winter garden.

Nelson took a slow drag from his pipe and said, "Kid, I just asked around but didn't expect a crowd. They all came to help, not asking for a dime." I gestured to the planks behind me, "Just turn them into some makeshift bows and arrows, that'll do." Despite their confusion, the folks eyed the old-timey planks and got to work, led by a few eager beavers. Nelson sat by me, puffing away in silence. "Wooden armor, huh? Only someone extraordinary could rock that getup." …… Jim was extraordinary, alright. He was the general of my infant spirits army. I had armed him with a bow and many arrows, and as twilight fell, I suited him up in the armor myself.

Wearing only his hat and a red scarf, Cole had knelt down on one knee. “Brea Harmony Plush. I don’t want to ever be without you. My days are now the brightest and the sweetest since you came barreling into my life. You are a dream come true for a man like me. I want to have every meal with you, every dance, every minute that I can steal, I want to have beautiful babies with you and have our boots sitting side by side till the day we die. Marry me?”

Talon reached into a bag he had brought along with him and pulled out a folded cloak, matching the colours of the Moonstone pack – deep blues, with twirls of light blue, purple and silver embroidery. “You have my word that I will ensure no harm comes to you whilst you’re within our borders. I will keep you safe, so long as neither of you poses a threat to the people of my pack,” he spoke clearly and sternly as he handed Suki the cloak. “Thank you.” She took the cloak and draped it over herself. “I can assure you that Reynard and I are here for information, and then we’ll be on our way.” Stopping in his place, the smoky walls stopped instantly with Talon, almost hitting Suki and Reynard. “You

His sword hung at his hip, gleaming wickedly even in the soft morning light. He looked every inch the king he was. Fierce. Unyielding. Yet when his eyes found me, there was nothing cold or distant in them. Only a quiet softness reserved for me alone. "I have something for you," Alexandro said, his voice a low rumble. He crossed the room, reaching into a leather satchel and pulling out a folded bundle of deep grey fabric. I watched, heart pounding, as he unfolded it carefully. It was a cloak—thick, warm, and finely crafted, dyed the deep silver-grey of the Blood Moon colors.

After what felt like an eternity of training, it was finally time for the champions to showcase what they have learned from the five Sages to the packs. The arena was a massive circle, it was surrounded by high stone walls with rows of seats stacked in layers, where the crowd watched eagerly. Roxanne and the other champions stood in a line, all dressed in a dark-gray tunic that reached their mid-thigh, with leather straps across their shoulders and waists. Their slim pants tucked into knee-high boots and leather bracers on their wrists, and their hair was pulled back tightly, with arrows on their back and their bow at their side.

I gasped. Sarah turned to the window too. The mansion gate opened, and I saw the convoy of black luxury SUVs with tinted glass all running into our compound. A biker in front of the vehicles carried the familiar banner, a black flag with a red dragon at the center. It's the one symbol all citizens of Valdoria recognized. The banner of RED DRAGON, the most powerful man in the country and beyond. He was the leader of the Durango Cartel and a godfather to almost every powerful man in the country today, including my dad.

Tanya walked gracefully into the crisp morning air, followed by two handmaidens carrying a heavy, dark velvet cloak lined with white fox fur—the traditional ceremonial garment of a departing warlord. ​Stepping close to me, Tanya took the cloak herself. With absolute poise and practiced, deliberate movements, she stood on her tippes to drape the heavy fabric over my broad shoulders, her fingers expertly fastening the golden royal clasps beneath my chin. ​The surrounding ministers smiled warmly, their murmurs full of deep satisfaction. ​"Only the future High Luna would have such a magnificent privilege," one Elder noted to his colleague, nodding in approval.

His wings were long and strong, and his tail lithesome. He circled again in the sky. He was focused on something lower down the mountain range, I realised, and leaned out of the cave mouth to see what it was that had his attention. Sunlight reflected from armour and chainmail. The fabric and insignia on their gambesons declared them to be from Uyan Taesil. Clareath’s soldiers had tracked me across the border and to the dragon’s cave.