Cloak Pattern With Hood Novels & Stories

“Welcome to our humble home, Alpha Caleb. Luna Marina,” Mrs. Adamos greeted the ruling couple as Caleb and Marina made their way into the backyard where everything had been set up by Arthur and Zack—with the help from Damien—for the gathering in honor of Zachary Adamos becoming one of the members for Shadow Pack of Paphos, Cyprus.

The inner lining was a deep, blood-red satin, offering a stark contrast to the cloak’s outer appearance and symbolizing the power and danger that lay beneath. A high collar framed Claud’s face, providing additional concealment and protection, while the hood was spacious enough to shroud his features in shadow, yet tailored to fit snugly around his head without slipping. The cloak extended down to his ankles, with slits on the sides to allow for unrestricted movement during combat.

I sat in a corner booth shrouded in shadow, one boot braced against the edge of the table, the other foot planted firmly on the sticky floorboards. The hood of my cloak hung low over my brow, enough to disguise the sharp lines of my face without obscuring my line of sight. I didn’t want to be recognized. But I needed to be remembered by the right people, after. The door creaked open. Kael arrived first. Broad-shouldered, armored in worn leather. A scar split his lower lip from brow to chin. He swept the room once with a predator’s glance and strode straight toward me, all teeth and zero patience.

They went to a upscale hair salon called The Hair Company. Bradley did all the talking while she sat in the salon chair pretending the way they discussed her like she wasn't there didn’t bother her. An hour later, Elayna’s locks were no longer above the shoulder or blonde. Her hair was back to the long, raven black locks that curled slightly at the ends. In the end she was back to wearing her red lipstick and fake eyelashes. He was changing her back to his ‘perfect’ toy.

I was shocked that she could actually speak. "I didn't know maidens of the High Priestess would be passing by. Is there perhaps a problem?" He demanded. I lifted my head and stared at him through the hood. The hooded cloak was designed in such a way that it looked impossible to see through from outside but the one who wore it could see clearly as there was a dark transparent spot. "There is no problem, my Lord. We are just running errands like we always do for our Moon Priestess," she answered smartly and in a soft voice.

My eyes locked on the needle as it slowed, slowed… and clicked to a stop on a simple, hooded cloak. S-Tier Artifact: Shroud of Unseeing Description: Renders the wearer completely undetectable by visual, auditory, and low-level psychic means for durations scaling with user stamina. A perfect infiltration tool. A predator’s tool. My smile turned sharp. “I can work with this.” The System’s voice, bland and final, echoed. “Rewards delivered. Player extraction in 3… 2… 1…” The white void vanished. I didn’t even get a chance to open my virtual inventory.