Black Cloak Novels & Stories

While waiting for Luhan, i decided to look at what was inside the bag that was with my horse. I poured the meat on the ground and the only thing i saw there was a cloak. This cloak is unique because it is not black in color. The cloak of vampires is only black or red. I picked it up and kicked it. When i opened it was there is a fallen paper. I picked you up immediately before the wind blew away. I read what was written there that i was sure was Luke's handwriting.

I immediately opened my drawer and pulled out the secret compartment. When I saw what was inside my blood suddenly came to life. It's been a long time since I have ever used it. Well, it's a dark red cloak that has a design of a black raven on the back of it. I quickly put it on and took my mask well it's a gold mask that has a touch of silver on the edge. I quickly pressed my orvix and thought of the thing I wanted to get and in a flash, the thing that I needed was already in my hands.

a voice interjected calmly. Peter and Alexa turned to face who had spoken. The man was tall, lean and wore black pants and a black shirt. A cloak was wrapped around his shoulders. Stubble marked his leathery face. Swords were slung over his back. He was calm but firm and his eyes made it clear he was not prepared to argue. “Pack your things Alexa.” “Who are you?” Alexa asked. “There will be plenty of time to explain on the way. Someone high up in the Black Cloaks has sent for you urgently.”

"Ren and Dan said that when they tried to track her down with her scent, they stopped just below this balcony. And when Fred casted the tracking spell it also led us to the exact same place. It means that when she has reached the bottom, she must have used something in order to hide her presence and prevent us from tracking her down." Nate was on to something. He could tell. And Fred had a feeling what he was about to say. "She's cloaked." Fred's suspicion was confirmed when Nate nodded. A cloak is a special type of hood made by powerful warlocks. It conceals you so that no one can track you down. Not a vampire, not a werewolf, and not a warlock. It has been used by royals when they are hidi

After that, we went back to our room to take a shower and get ready. When I finished taking a shower, I took out my uniform, gosh, it's so simple but she's beautiful, because it's just Coak with a Color gold lining on the side of its sleeve and a Campo de Iris Academy logo on its heart, she By the way, the cloak that serves as our uniform has three colors, black, white, gold, when you wear black it means you are a man, when it is white it means you are a woman, and when you wear gold it means you are one of the royalties, as for the interior, they say we will take care of our interior, even if you don't have an interior you can hahaha...

She had an unsettled feeling in her stomach, and she was more nervous than ever she had been. 'Is it really closed chambers that the guards of the royal regiment cannot attend?' "Well, young lady, here we are," he told her, his words like silk and his voice like gentle water. "Avera was it?" he asked her. She shuffled her feet, uneasy. "Y-yes, sir." "Well, then. Come with me, please," he said, turning down the narrow corridor from which he had first appeared. Blackridge was a pale faced man with large round eyes. His eyes were dark, so dark that the brown of his irises appeared to blend seamlessly into the blackness of his pupils. His dark cloak covered him in a deep midnight purple and seem

Right then a thunder was heard, dark clouds had darkened the room even further and the sound of rain was playing its silent melody in the background. Through the said doors a man had appeared. He was pleasant to the eye and seemed tall – I couldn’t really tell seeing as I was standing far away from the place he was heading to, the throne. His hair was dark in color, framing his face with its longer length. It was wavey it seemed, almost curly. His clothes were mismatched and it appeared as if he just got out of bed. But the most remarkable feature about this mystery man was his eyes. They were a bright magenta. I was startled and took a couple of steps back, faltering while doing so. One of

The man in the black cloak seemed to be their boss and the one in the assassin garb kneeling down seemed to be making a report to him. There was only the faint flicker of soft blue light from the light crystal lighting up the room. The boss seemed to be quite rich, he could even afford light crystals and a cloak made of black brocade. He appeared to be saying something to the one kneeling. “Are you certain of this?”

The figure was wearing a long, black cloak that completely covered his head and face in deep shadow. The little boy stopped running, his laughter dying instantly as he looked up at the large stranger. "No! Get away from him!" Roxanne screamed, trying to force her heavy legs to jump forward. But no matter how she tried, she couldn't move an inch. It was as if her legs were glued to the ground. The black-cloaked figure didn't say a word. He reached into his cloak and pulled out a long, silver dagger that shined brightly under the red sky.

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.