Cloak With Hood Novels & Stories

I will see you again when you have our mate underneath us, writhing and moaning our names,’ Zane replied as Zack rolled his eyes. ‘Settle down, old man. I know what to do,’ Zack said, cutting off their mind link as he was making his way around the crowd. The members of the Shadow Pack had arrived, mostly the warriors that Arthur knew, and congratulated him as the newest member. Zack smiled, nodding as he made his way toward the one woman who mattered the most to him. He slipped through the people who stopped and chatted with him, congratulating him on surviving the terrible attack of the poachers and rogues that had been working with the humans.

Shade said and General Barron shook his head and lowered himself onto his chair with a distressed look on his face. "Hazel has accepted her fate. There's nothing we can do" "I don't believe you" Carl spat, his fists clenched. "You won't be doing your sister any good by plotting to break into the palace" They all turned to look at the figure that was standing by the door of the study, wearing a hooded black cloak. "Who are you? How did you get in here?" Shade asked, drawing out his dagger. The intruder moved his hood away from his head and they all moved backwards when they saw his violet eyes.

Alpha Ares stood in the heart of the magical dungeon, his imposing figure shrouded by a cloak that seemed to be woven from the fabric of darkness itself. The cloak, black as a moonless night, billowed around him, its edges seemingly dancing in an otherworldly breeze. It exuded an aura of dread and malevolence, as if it were a living entity feeding on the fears of those who dared to gaze upon it.

He clenched his teeth tightly and placed his palms over his face. Maria kneeled by his side, wrapped her arms around him, and rested her head on his shoulder. ***** Late at night in the city of Mystic Meadow, a cloaked individual stood at the top of a skyscraper, staring down at the cars and people below. This person wore a white cloak that had golden designs all around it and carried a long metal staff at their back. “So this is where she's hiding—amongst humans. How disgusting,” the cloaked person said with a female voice, then vanished into thin air.

A fourth dropped from a ledge, having been belly‑down and hidden until Kieran’s shout forced him to adjust. Lunaris guardians reacted immediately, shadows streaking to intercept. But someone had planned this with their speed in mind. “Now,” Crowe hissed into his comm. The nearest enforcer reached the edge of the dais. He moved with practiced simplicity—no flourish. One hand grabbed. The other yanked a hood from his belt, dark fabric lined with sigils meant to dampen sight and aura both. Elowen twisted away, power spiking— —but a second enforcer had timed his approach perfectly; his hand caught her elbow, momentum turning her spin against her.

A large pin holds the cloak together and as she squints in the dark to get a better look, she sees it is dragon shaped. “I’m very sorry.” Kiara apologizes but the man doesn’t say anything. She continues her sprint down the road and thinks to herself, who wears a hooded cloak at night? She stops and turns around to look at him when she sees that there is not one, but two men in hooded cloaks and they were staring at the watch tower. Kiara reaches her street, calms her beating heart and straining lungs using a method she has perfected over the years. She checks her clothing to see if everything is in order and in place. She opens the door and finds she has more to fear than she originally thou

By now I had moved far enough around for the moon to illuminate his face. He wore a heavy black cape, its hood pulled up over his face. His body was clad in black leather and metal chest plate. Heavy boots on his feet. At his waist dangled a sword, easily bigger than me in length. His skin was a deep tan, his eyes two burning orbs of Amber. He watched me with a steady gaze, never blinking. He looked like he had just stepped out of the crusades, a warrior that belonged to a different time completely. My breath caught in my throat as I took him in. He was beautiful in his own way.

I was on the verge of kneeling, weeping hysterically as I pleaded for her to let me go. I begged Ate Yolly to honor the promise she had made to me in secret. I placed all my remaining hope in her, and she did not fail me. Without a single moment of hesitation, she grabbed my arm and pulled me down the hidden corridors. When we ran past the heavily drugged guards, I couldn't believe the sheer, life-threatening risks Ate Yolly was taking just to secure my freedom.

My heart was pounding, and Damon positioned himself in front of me to protect me. Suddenly, a figure in a hooded cloak appeared, like a person sneaking in the dark. The cloak hid their identity, but as they got closer, we saw it was Tori. She moved gracefully, and her cloak swayed gently with each step. In her hand, she held a white folder, but we couldn't see what was inside.

She thought and pressed the elevator button which took her up. * Chloe looked at the hoodie carefully before bringing it out of the wardrobe. She sighed when she saw the capital 'H' boldly printed on the black hoodie's chest. "Should I wear this? Dylan kind of recognizes this hoodie. Who cares, This isn't the only hoodie like this in the world. It's just a coincidence to him. I should wear it for Eric" She thought and finally wore it on top of her gown. * Chloe locked her door and looked straight. Dylan was coming towards her. He was actually heading to his door since it was close to Chloe.