Cloaked Novels & Stories

Hakan raised his eyebrows doubtfully. “That doesn't make sense,” Aria said incredulously. Who else would leave a cloak here?” asked the supreme leader of the anarchists. “Someone who wants to set us up,” Drago said mildly. “This cloak is a decoy. Everything here is a decoy. The best thing we can do is to leave immediately and get away from here. My dragon doesn't feel comfortable around that power.” “Neither does my beast,” Connor said with a frown.

Today our enemy dies. "We will save her," I say and his eyes burrow into mine. "We have to," he says and Nole stops moving. "We will," Nole growls and I know he shares my blood lust. The computer beeps, showing that the cloaking mechanism is ready, and Burk's eyes zero in on the screen like a hungry predator. "She is there, I know it, and I will butcher every last one of them to get to her," Burk says, and I hear the excitement to kill in his voice.

“Let’s just say... It’s a prototype we keep in storage at the Federation HQ—for situations that require more... discretion.” Cecil raised a brow. “So basically, spy gear?” Julian only gave her a tight-lipped smile. “Something like that.” He stepped closer and lifted a small spray bottle. Without warning, he misted the formula over her shoulders, chest, down her arms, and legs. She coughed lightly. “What the hell is that?” “The scent cloak that was created last night. Won’t hide you from sight, but it’ll mask your presence from werewolves. Even Alpha-bloods.”

0 The kid takes a few steps forward and is finally standing in front of us, partially draped in a dark cloak. 0 “Interesting choice in outerwear,” I comment. “Is this what they wear now?” 0 “It’s a masking cloak,” Roman whispers to me, and I roll my eyes at him. 0 “Obviously, given parts of him are invisible.” 0 “Explains why he disappeared from the cameras. Does he even know what it does?” Roman asks before he shakes his head and answers his own question. “Yeah, I know, he has no idea.” 0

The forest was still, too still, and that silence carried the promise of danger. A figure emerged, cloaked and hooded, gliding through the trees like a shadow detached from the storm. My pulse surged. I recognized the insignia on the cloak instantly—the Veil. This was no ordinary operative. This was someone higher, someone sent to ensure we paid for surviving the last attack.

It was a perfect, unnaturally precise square. Aaliyah’s fingers flew across her keyboard, her professional curiosity overriding her annoyance. She zoomed in, applied a dozen different spectral and atmospheric filters, and ran a complex image analysis algorithm. After a moment of intense processing, she magnified the razor-sharp edge of the cloud by a factor of ten thousand. There, shimmering almost imperceptibly against the dark sky, was the telltale, multi-layered energy signature of a Fenrir Council-grade, reality-distorting cloaking field.

Cloaked—Covered from head to toe. My breath caught in my throat as the figure slowly lifted her hood. And I forgot how to breathe. “Dayatt…”

The Ghost-Scripts in the Snow Four silhouettes were moving toward the lodge. They weren't using "Standard" lights or "Mechanical" tools. They were draped in "Zero-Point" thermal-cloaks—fabrics woven with "Recursive" cooling filaments that matched the ambient temperature of the blizzard. To Aria’s scanner, they were invisible. To the naked eye, they were "Data-Stains" in the white. "The Syndicate," Ethan hissed. "Mikhail’s 'Recovery Scouts' don't play by the 'Common Ledger'."

It's on you now. Elle's face communicated, Obviously. Also they both have boners. Don't look. Nova looked. Whoops. She shot Elle a look that said, Why would you tell me not to look? That was an accident. Elle sighed, thoroughly defeated. "You wear cloaks. If you're tagging along, we're hiding those faces. The Beta and Gamma of Shadowclaw need to stay undercover tonight." Jax and Cael both fought the urge to grin. Mission accomplished.

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.