Cloaked Novels & Stories

Kate looked up, feeling intimidated by the tall, steep, and jagged cliffs that rose above her end and stretched for miles without an end in sight. She looked at her brother who was still a bit ruffled from his encounter with not one but two wolf-shifters. "Will we really be safe here?" He asked and Kate smiled, although he couldn't see it, before saying reassuringly, "We'll be sleeping in the quiet cavern. The only way in is the small crack that's just barely big enough for us. Wolves no matter their size wouldn't be able to fit in." Her brother only nodded before following a small stream that led to a crack in the great stone wall that was the cliffs. Kate followed suit and the two fox shif

She thought to herself and knelt down infront of Clara. "Nothng will happen to you. i'm never taking you back Clara but i need you to take me to the hideout of these disgusting men . they cant be let go freely. My team will eliminate them all. I promise". Shirley felt an anger never felt.This particular lady made her feel crazy to the extent that she felt without doing something about it, she will blame herself. Memories of her past flashed through her mind as she recollected different alms raising her skirt and top , touching her disgustingly. She remembered them strangle her to death, just because they were pleasuring themselves.

With a shy expression, Yuka thanked him as he courteously held the door open for her. Upon stepping inside, Yuka discovered a surprisingly relaxed atmosphere that contrasted with the bar's facade. The majority of the tables were occupied, with individuals engaged in hushed conversations that exuded an aura of intimacy. It was a refreshing change from the typical rowdy bar scene where people simply sought to drown their sorrows in alcohol. Ryu surveyed the room, scanning for a suitable place to sit, while Yuka mirrored his gaze. After a brief moment, she suggested sitting at the bar, to which Ryu readily agreed. They made their way towards the bar counter, securing adjacent seats. Ryu effortl

“Uncle Cor, do you have any idea about the apparition on the cliff?” “What brings that up?” “I was bitten by a ghost underwater! You said you’re aware of what's going on with me. Please tell me.” I slid my fingers on the hem of the coat and that's when I found out that my nails are back to their usual and decent appearance. The coat has a silver lock where the design is a full moon brooch that is cut in half. The cotton itself is soft like fur rubbed onto my palms. And this includes a hood too. He sat on the cemented fence of the flowers. "From now on, start wearing that coat to conceal your power."

He nuzzled more into her hand, "But can I at least see what you wear underneath your cloak? The fact that you have built a wall on your face preventing me from kissing you has my interest." She smiled, "I am afraid you cannot." "Why not?" "For one," She had moved away from him then climbed onto the camel, her eyes on him, "I do not want you seeing what I wear yet, and two, the cloak is to prevent you from having any imaginations of me in a- Compromising position." Leonidas got on his, his face slightly amused. "Is that what it is supposed to do?" "Yes," She replied then tilted her her head. "But somehow, I have this feeling the idea that I am this covered has made you undress me with your ey

pumps, for lack of a better term. “Aunt Teya and I coordinated,” Kaileeh informed me. I looked between the both of them. “Open the other bag,” Kaileeh urged. Opening the other bag, I wanted to disappear. Inside was a pair of handcuffs, a whip, and eatable body paint. I dropped all of it back into the bag and groaned, mortified. I knew this shouldn’t be such a big deal considering I’d already had sex with Jarren. What made it so bad was the thought of other people knowing we had sex, or well, would have sex.

I went round the table, coming over to stand in front of them. The room was almost empty now, with the remaining guards, and Uncle Caelum and I left. “There was one.” A sandy-haired man answered. “It was a middle aged woman. She said she didn't see the person clearly, apparently, they were cloaked and had a very irritating amount of ointment spread on them. They were two in number, according to her,” Cloaked figures huh? Obviously to hide their identity, the ointment to remove tracks of their scent, but two? Two people infiltrated my territory successfully?

“No. It’s because most of their magic—rituals, curses, sacrifices—are stronger at night. Everything they do is darker. Bloodier. Hidden. They’ve become nocturnal not because of who they are, but because of what they do.” I nod, that eerie feeling crawling down my spine. She turns to Dom. “As I said, I can cloak five of you. That’s my current limit.” Dom nods. “Four hours?” “Exactly four,” she replies. “A second more, and the spell will start to falter. And remember—if any of you shift into your wolf forms, the cloaking will collapse. You’ll be detected instantly. Also, understand that you’re not invisible. If you meet anyone, they can still see you. It’s just that you’re now their magic won’

ZURI POV "Please stand as we move to the next round. Vaals, Glortinon, blue. Peulo, Kea, red. Earth, Cok, yellow. Frole, Hassin, orange. Makskin, Bronkark, Shikaz, green. Please take your seats your second course will be gund bread," the male announcer says with his amplified voice and we stand up.

“We’ve been fighting in the dark since before they were born. Charles, take the left. Baron, the right. I’ll take the center.” The commandos moved with a mechanical precision, their sensors scanning for thermal signatures. But the Old Guard didn't have thermal signatures—at least, not ones the commandos could detect. They were wearing "Reaper Shrouds"—low-tech, thermally-inert cloaks designed by the Krauser Kartel specifically for close-quarters ambush.