Cloak With Hood Novels & Stories

The wind billowed around the cloak that shrouded his frame and that same wind carried the most intense scent that has ever graced my nostrils. The cloak had a hood that covered his features so well but not the wicked smirk that curled his lips. And when he took the hood off, I was struck with something more dangerous than lightning as I met his eyes. “Hello, Omega.”

“It’s not natural. Something beneath the ground—” Her words cut off. A figure emerged from the ridge above us. Cloaked. Hooded. Standing as still as the stones themselves. Kael moved instantly, stepping in front of me, weapon drawn before the figure even spoke. Its voice came out smooth, almost serene. “So you’ve made it this far.” The hood tilted toward me — and a chill rolled down my spine. “You,” it said softly, “are late.” Warren swore quietly. “Not a Keeper. Something worse.”

He clearly liked this—whether he trusted my magic or was simply drunk on his own rage, I couldn’t tell. Kael moved first, faster than I remembered him being. His claws slashed through the air, dark flames trailing behind. Grimhold ducked low and barreled forward, catching Kael around the waist and slamming him into the floor. Stone shattered beneath them. The other hooded figure seized the opening, a black orb swirling in his palms, but I snapped my wrist, sending a chain of golden light to lash his hands apart. The spell hissed on contact, sparks biting his skin.

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.

Then, from the smoke and chaos of the battlefield, a shadow emerged—running fast, slicing through the crowd like a wolf on a scent. Hood had come to my rescue. Of course it was him. I’d lost sight of him minutes ago, overwhelmed by the bodies and blades swarming the battlefield. I thought he’d been swallowed by the enemy. But there he was, fury etched into every line of his face as he barreled toward Garrick. “What the hell did you do to Kael?” Hood growled as he lunged.

One of my warriors pointed at a group of people walking into something that looked like an underground passage. We all ran that way, but then someone wearing a cape with a black hood ran toward us and took one of my men down. Shit. This person moved fast. The hooded guy jumped to the other side of our group and stabbed another one of my warriors with his claws. I ran toward him, but he jumped away again and attacked another one of my warriors a second later. None of my men could even touch him. He seriously pissed me off this time. A loud growl escaped my throat, my alpha aura rolling out of me, but he didn't seem affected by it. I charged straight at him, and he started running toward the m

Chloe whispered, nodding toward the entrance. My heart did a traitorous little flip. Kai was hard to miss. He wore a grey hoodie with the sleeves pushed up, revealing the corded muscle of his forearms and the intricate ink that crawled toward his wrists. He moved with a predatory grace, a stark contrast to the hunched-over scholars surrounding us. He wasn't carrying a bag. He wasn't even carrying a pen. He spotted me, and a slow, lopsided smirk pulled at his lips—the kind of look that had probably launched a thousand campus rumors.

The cloaks really hid their real identities too since you couldn’t get a good look of their face. The woman then left and shut the door behind her, and it was just the two of us again. “Please eat.” Travis says as he pointed to my plate. I slide the hood off my head and Travis stared at me like I had done something wrong. “Am I not allowed to remove my hood in your presence?” I ask him. “We only remove our hoods in our other half’s presence.” He tells me and I feel I have made a grave mistake. “I am sorry.” I said as I pull the hood back over my head.

Her eyes widened and she gasped, she almost ran down Anthony who stood on the way. Before she could stop the car, Anthony easily flew on top of her car with a teleporting speed that left her mouth agape. And with the blink of an eye, the hoodie on the roof came rolling headless down the windshield, his blood staining the windshield. Kayla gasped and shuddered at the grisly sight, unintentionally running the hoodie over before she drew up. She whipped her head around, the taillights aiding her to see the hoodies that were now out of their cars, all in that strange form, hissing at Anthony who she only saw his back.

“Nevertheless, I’m not part of these team—can’t you see what I’m wearing. Look at my headband. Bounty Hunters Forever!” “Oh my. Today sure is the Bounty collector’s lucky day. Like using one bird to kill two stones.” Another male voiced wearing a dark cloak, glowing bronze in one eye with the letter ‘C’ emblem below the glowing right eye while putting his hand on the young lady’s blond braided hair as she pursed her lips for she was average in height seemingly the shortest.