Cloak With Hood Novels & Stories

I seethe out through clenched teeth towards them only for them to break apart, for the figure in the distance to start walking closer. The male figure, I’m assuming from build and height, is covered in a dark green velvet cloak, his presence quite noticeable but not as strong as mine. “I just wanted to gain your attention. ” A deep voice emits from the hooded cloak. “Well now you have it, are you linked with the Mystic Hallows?” “No!” “Then what do you want?” I growl out, my teeth snarling out in my human form. “Just watching…waiting.” His voice travels on the wind, just as the temperate plummets and

He looked at the serviteur, anxiously waiting for an answer as they moved away from the town square. The Dutch Korjin serviteur's heart started to pound at the sight of the hooded figure. He saw on her waist a large retractable spear, a weapon only the highest serviteurs could handle. Accompanied with a unique cloak, woven with a dark purple cloth, designed with white patterns spanning across the veil. He could also see locks of brown curly hair sticking out of the hood which baffled him a little. Then suddenly, "What did he say?" asked in a female voice.

I thought it was alarming so I bowed my head down even more so as not to be seen by whoever this was but then the moment became even more alarming when this figure started to speak. “I know who you are— the one that is hooded .” He said and I tensed at once. I promptly tipped my gaze a bit but then I didn’t see the figure’s face because he was also hooded. Clord and Feryt stopped eating now and I could feel them panicking as Clord was already shaking while Feryt gripped my knee under the table. With that, I started to breathe out and I threw my claws out in readiness for what was about to happen.

“There!” There’s a flash coming from her lighter, then a shadow fills the room. A man in a hood comes up the stairs, and for a moment they seem to have a confrontation. She tries to back out into the door, but the man grabs her by the neck, takes out a blade, and starts to strangle her. The hood has very specific design on the back. A silver arrow pointing up. I can’t watch. “Turn it off!” Andy obeys all too gladly, slamming on the keyboard to stop the video. “All of you can go now.”

"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

He's taller and lean-built and half of his face was covered with a hood. The time moved again and even Chloe struggled to breathe. The girl, now named Kirsten, glanced warily at the man. "Who are you?" she snapped. "That's not for you to know," he answered. Chloe slightly tilted her head. She couldn't see his eyes and nose because of the hood, but she could feel that he was irritated by the way Kirsten addressed him. "Go." Kirsten glared her light brown eyes before she sneered at Chloe. She faced the intruder and huffed before she and her friends hurried away.

I locked my own soul in a cage to keep them from stealing the flame. A pair of heavy, leather boots slides into my blurred vision. Clyde drops to his knees before me, his massive hands instantly grabbing my shoulders, his golden eyes wild with a frantic, frantic terror as he scans my face for wounds. The dark, heavy musk of his shadow-aura wraps around me, a protective fortress that shuts out the howling wind from the surface.

“She is not the only key.” Ava spun around. “Who’s there?!” The shadows twisted—and from them emerged a figure cloaked in black, their face hidden beneath a hood. Chloe pulled her dagger instantly. “Stay back!” The figure raised a hand. “I mean no harm. Not yet.” Ava stepped forward. “Who are you?” The figure tilted their head. “A friend. Or a warning. Depending on your next move.” The wind picked up, the sanctuary groaning under its weight.

One smiles beneath his hood. “Finally,” he says. “You felt us.” The Alpha steps forward instantly, power flaring. “You stand on pack land.” The man’s gaze slides past him—to me. “And you stand at the center of a very old echo.” Maerith swears under her breath. “Shields. Now.” Wolves move—but too slowly. The cloaked man lifts his hand, fingers curling— —and the world buckles. A wave slams into us, knocking wolves off their feet, crushing breath from lungs. I drop to one knee, teeth clenched, power screaming to be released.

Z was just about to congratulate him when a sharp, cold end of a dagger touched her neck. “You never learned,” said Dark, shaking his head as he rested his cheeks on his clenched fist. In the corner of her eyes, Z saw that Kleint was also pointed with a dagger. Her brows furrowed. How come both of them were in the same situation? Was it Hail’s shadow? As though answering her question, the dimension Kleint had conjured melted and came Hail whose face remained expressionless. Braving herself, she looked back. Her eyes widened once she caught sight of the same Hail, wearing the same hood but whose eyes were hallowed blue. The dagger pointing at her was the concentrated water, its end as sharp a