Black Cloak Novels & Stories

Stella, step back She took a step back, looking around at whatever was happening and as she did, the warriors stopped and watched as something emerged from the shadows circling in thin air. A cloud of black mist grew in size as it swirled around in its place. A reeky smell of death and rotten flesh started oozing around us. As the cloud died down, it showed a man wearing a black cloak. The cloak looked to be made out of the air, it went down his back and fluttered on the ground.

He had tried to leave but found the room with a strong, impenetrable barrier. “Doesn’t matter. Drink?” Blake asked, offering the Head Master’s wine to the dark-cloth man as if it was his own. “No.” The man replied. “Interfears with your senses, right?” Silence from the dark-cloaked man. “Are you from the Second or First Prince?” Blake asked, taking a sip from the wine. Silence. “If I had to guess, the First Prince’s network is vast, and you are part of his intel and assassin force, am I correct?” Blake asked, looking at the dark-cloaked man.

Stella, step back She took a step back, looking around at whatever was happening and as she did, the warriors stopped and watched as something emerged from the shadows circling in thin air. A cloud of black mist grew in size as it swirled around in its place. A reeky smell of death and rotten flesh started oozing around us. As the cloud died down, it showed a man wearing a black cloak. The cloak looked to be made out of the air, it went down his back and fluttered on the ground.

One wrong moved they might lose their head. These shocking events make everyone alerted and by the sudden appearance of a beautiful stranger. She can even easily tell who was the leader of the two groups. "Stop it Dark Queen." a voice cold as an ice and strong as a command emerges in this silent atmosphere, giving everyone a tremendous chill down their spine. Following the voice, they saw a handsome young man in a black silky cloak unparalleled to anybody, with a fashionable mask and in white silky hair. Back has a crest of a terrifying Dragon, and where an Excalibur sword was located. He was followed by a guy of the same age with also a great presence.

Faster than my own eyes could comprehend he threw the balls at Scarlett, but she threw her own green balls of fire, consuming the yellow ones before they could hit her. "So this is your warlock? The one you've been using for your selfish plans?" She eyed the man, dressed in a black pair of trousers, a black button up shirt and a hooded black cloak, with the cape covering half of his face. I could see his chiseled jaw from under the material, with a light stubble on his face but his eyes were hidden.

Inside the room, she dialed a code on the wall using the tiles as the buttons and a hidden compartment came out from the walls. Inside was an outfit that seemed to absorb the very light around it, perfect for Claud’s stealthy fighting style. The cloak was made of a dark, almost inky fabric that flowed like liquid shadow. It was lightweight, allowing for swift and silent movement, yet it had a durable weave that could withstand the rigors of battle. The exterior was matte black, preventing any light from reflecting off its surface and betraying Claud’s position in the darkness. The cloak's design was intricate, with an array of hidden pockets and compartments for carrying essential tools and

It was as quiet as it could be and just when Helen thought she was done for, the unexpected happened. The room suddenly went dark as wisps of smoke covered the room, making it seem like a forbidden place. Helen's mouth dropped open as she was now lost. Thankfully, she was able to make use of her other eye, enabling her to see what was currently happening. Just as she began using it, she saw the figure of a person cloaked in black, standing right on front of her, giving her a shock and as if that wasn't enough, she stared straight at the black cloak. She could recognize the cloak even in her dreams as it was one which gave her nightmares.

In the dimly lit room ,the light casted above me let me see a dark figure standing behind me wearing a cloak . My eyes got bigger . Faint dark smoke was emitting out of its body. The hood of the cloak was covering half of his face, upto his nose . I could only see the lower part of his face . His skin was dark grey in colour,his lips looked dead which stretched into a cunning smile when he saw fear in my eyes. The figure was tall and lean. It was the same warlock who had attacked me in the forest and disappeared in thin air whenever I tried to attack back.

Looking at Ash’s figure, there was no sound and he nearly looked like a technicolor figure, like you’d see on an old TV set from decades ago. He sat at his desk and looked over some things until his head jerked up, clearly alarmed. It looked like he was growling and his canines were out. I barely registered the movement but suddenly he was against the wall with a hand to his throat. The figure wore a black cloak, with an insignia on the back … the logo for the Red Midnight Coven.

She fidgeted in her seat, her eyes darting anxiously to the entrance each time someone walked in, her heart leaping with false hope again and again. Until finally—A man in a tailored business suit entered. “I’m sorry for the delay,” he said, approaching the officers. “The boss is currently in a meeting. I was sent as his representative.” Belle looked up. Her heart sank. It wasn’t him. “This is the CEO’s black card,” the manager explained eagerly, showing it to the man. “We recognize it anywhere. Only a few people in the country own one. Yet today, it was used by… her.” His tone carried thinly veiled disdain.