Novel & Cerita Black Cloak

he greeted us as he hurried up the small staircases leading up to the offices. The man in a white cloak is the first to remove the hood, revealing his face. His skin is like white porcelain and flawless – albinism. His eyes are a striking transparent silver-grey colour, and they aren't steady; his pupils constantly shift as he turns to the man in the black cloak. His face looked familiar, but for the life of me, I can't put a name to it. "Why exactly am I here, Angelo?" the man in the black cloak spoke up.

Outside a church, Drake leaned against his car, lighting a cigarette. By the time he finished smoking, Kale had sealed off the church with his team. "Anything?" Drake asked. Kale gestured for his men to bring over a few boxes. Inside lay black cloaks and white masks resembling those from European theater. "Nothing else?" "No." Drake picked up a mask and turned to Debra, who was sitting in the car. "Is this it?" Debra looked at it and nodded. "That's the one."

Elena’s breathing faltered. Dark smoke poured from the glowing pendant first. Then a figure stepped out. Tall. A black cloak hung heavily around their body soaked completely in blood. Not fresh blood. Old blood. Dark and rotting. The hood concealed their face entirely beneath endless shadow. Something ancient and cruel filled the room instantly. The maids had fled already. Even the air itself seemed terrified. Elena’s body trembled violently while suspended helplessly above the floor. The figure tilted its head slowly while observing her.

A figure loomed there, draped in a black cloak, a grotesque human skin mask on his face, and the emblem of a dark maple leaf on his chest… The Black Maple Master!

There was a lingering, metallic taste on my tongue—the clear, heavy taste of pureblood Lycan blood. I shifted on the rotting straw bed. I wasn't freezing. I looked down. Wrapped tightly around my shoulders, covering me in its massive, fur-lined folds, was a heavy black velvet cloak. Pinned to the collar was the silver crest of the Blackwood Warlord. My breath caught in my throat.

He asks, extending his hand toward me, palm open. My breath thunders in my ears. Up close, he is far more dangerous than from a distance. Tonight, his long dark hair is styled into two ceremonial braids that fall down his back, cowry beads decorating the locs. Black khol lines his waterline, darkening his already piercing silver eyes. His jaw is sharp enough to cut, and his presence alone is enough to make anyone forget how to breathe. He’s wearing a burgundy cloak embroidered with gold markings, the fabric heavy and royal. Beneath it, a perfectly tailored dark shirt and trousers hug his broad frame. His crown rests naturally on his head, like it was made from him, not just for him.

For a moment, she held her breath as she wondered if she was being followed, but struggled to suppress a sigh of relief as the figure did not so much as acknowledge her presence. As they passed in front of where she was hiding, Lyda was able to get a good look at them. The figure was covered head to toe in a dark gray cloak, stitched with a hexagonal design similar to the stone tiles of the floor. The hood of the cloak fell over the figure's face far enough that there could be no way they could see directly in front of them. The only parts that were visible to Lyda were the figure's hands, which were pale white and wrinkled as if they had been soaked for hours in hot water, and their fingern

A person clad in black and wearing a cloak with their hands crossed stood there boldly. “Who are you? This is the convoy of Alexander’s family. Make way!” The accompanying knights got out of the car and shouted loudly, trying to drive the cloaked figure away. Phweet— Instead of retreating, the cloaked figure unexpectedly whistled an eerie and piercing sound. Screech... Swoosh... Skitter... At the whistle, the sky suddenly darkened. Countless insects surged like ocean waves, densely packed and overwhelming. Wherever they went, no vegetation survived!

But I lost him because I was too proud to respect that he didn’t want to be a ruthless killer. But I’m done. For once, I will protect my son instead of just protecting myself. I, Nicholas Black, Gamma of the Midnight pack, hereby challenge you, Alpha Richard Harvey of the Midnight pack, for the Alpha title.”

I clearly have one, a dark one, one that’s filled with darkness and pain, with no one to be there for me, to bring light to my darkness. I went back toward my car before driving off toward my office, deciding that I should start with work, get my dark black coffee, a coffee that matches my soul, that’s the better option for someone like me. I got busy with my paperwork, you’d be confused with how much paper work I have to do, every dollar in my bank has to be explained, to keep everything legal, hiding all my illegal work, to keep everything clean, the police would love to have some dirt on me, but I’m cautious with what I do, I would no end up in jail, not now or ever.