Black Cloak Novels & Stories

Third Person POV A black SUV comes to a sudden halt in front of an old shack. The dim light turns on inside, and an old man with a body length walking stick comes out. His eyes are white matching his head full of slivered hair, midback length. He wears an old dark gray robe and slips his flip flops on to step outside. "Blake son! Is that you?" The old wolf says. The SUV door opens and Blake makes his way out wearing combat uniform, matching with the uniforms his warriors wear.

Dark bored said. Blake frowned at him. "Do you believe you'll still be alive, Blake?" asked Dark. Blake was amazed and looked at his body lying in bed. The noise from this device was strong, Blake had a bandage on his head, he also had a bandage on his chest. Blake couldn't resist hanging onto his head and chest. Blake turned to Dark, and looked at what he was wearing. Dark is all black, with gloves and a coat. Its elegance was more pronounced in the coat, but the expression on his face was still the same.

Black cloaks. “Raven,” I whispered, my heart sinking. He didn’t respond. One of the men stepped forward. He was taller than the others, his face covered by the hood of his cloak, but I could see the wicked smile on his lips. “Well, well,” he said, his voice dripping with malice. “It seems we have found what we were looking for.” I didn’t have to ask what he meant. I knew. They weren’t here to help me. They were here to capture me.

Danny, Jun, Jaden and David all sat on the bed in front of JD, ready to listen on what this is all about. “Renzo-hyung, Yosef, Sean, Aikon, Miko, the twins, me and some other Polaris and Stargazer staff are agents of Dark Knight. Dark Knight is a private organization established by Mr. Bobby Young, a retired private detective, which specializes in dealing with gangs, mafias and any illegal acts that threaten and endanger people’s lives. Indecent and illegal acts on the military, police and the government is also handled by Dark Knight. It could be Dark Knight’s own missions gathered by the intelligence crew or requested by certain clients.” JD stopped and looked at the boys listening intentl

Their faces were long and slender covered with the thin skin of the elderly. “Good evening, Brother Blake and Sister Clarissa.” Melchior greeted them. The black pendant that hung around his neck indicated that he proudly used shadow magic, otherwise known as black magic. In these times, many people would rather die than mess with black magic. But then, the olc order had never been known as cowards. Blake nodded. “Good evening Brother Melchior and Brother Casper.” He glanced at Clarissa, knowing they would expect the same greeting. “Good evening Brother Melchior and Brother Casper.” She said collectedly.

"Little wolf... you shouldn't be in here." "Who are you..." I immediately used my cloak to cover my face. The man stepped out of the shadows like he belonged to them. Tall. Broad. Eyes so dark they swallowed the candlelight. He wore no uniform. No insignia. Just a simple black cloak with silver-threaded runes curling over the fabric like veins. But I didn’t need a crest to know what he was. He wasn’t a guard. He wasn’t a noble. He was something else. Bound.

For a second, I saw nothing but shadows… shadows and the swirling mist that clawed at the edges of the porch. And then, there. A figure. Standing a few feet away, just beyond the reach of the porch light. Still. Silent. Watching. He wore a heavy black cloak, the hood drawn low to conceal most of his face. A dark scarf was wrapped around the lower half of it, leaving only a sliver of his eyes exposed. And those eyes… God. Those eyes were searing into me, fierce and unrelenting. They burned with something I couldn’t name… anger? Pain? Regret?

He didn’t think of him as a reader. Damon opened a huge cabinet from the side of the room and pulled out a bloody red cloak. It looked familiar to her. “Wait… is that-“ “No. She’s not the only one who has this.” Harper frowned. It was kind of anti-climactic to the positive emotions she was feeling at the moment that she has to wear Shahila’s cloak. “What is it then? Who does it belong to?” “We have lots of these. For emergency purposes. Black’s for the men.”

Can't a girl catch a break. I heard their bones start to crack as they shift back into their original form naked. There didn't look ashamed of standing naked instead both if them looked surprised of me not standing naked with them. In their dreams. They looked at me with pure hate,I couldn't recognize them but I had a feeling they weren't part of the midnight pack and they weren't rogues either. "So she is the famous Alpha Black, the one we were sent to kill."The skinny wolf said ,he has scars all over his body and his dick was short. You won't blame me it was so funny.

< UNKNOWN LOCATION > 7pm Shadows moved silently along the perimeter of a desolate compound. A moonless sky offered the perfect cover as a group of men dressed entirely in black, faces concealed behind masks, scaled the high fence with the agility of trained operatives. Each man moved with precision, landing softly on the other side, their presence marked only by the faint rustle of leaves underfoot.