Dementors Without A Cloak Novels & Stories

"Given up on trying to find me, huh. I thought maybe ya had a wee little chance, but now I don't know. You're no fun. Might as well finish ya off Dragon Slayer." "Heh. You're a bit cocky, aren't you," I said, erupting with Killing Intent. Participants started to go down in fear, like a wave washing over them. On the other side of the circle, there was a cloaked individual grabbing their head. They had rings and jewel bracelets on. Their skin was pale pink, but the brown leather cloak hid away any more than that. "What do ya think you're doing," said the voice. It was panicked. "Ya think that's going to scare me off. You're wrong."

"You let her get dressed? What the fuck is wrong with you?" "Since I'm not like you." Dimitra said, turning the knife on her now. "I kill. Not torture. You want Kaitlyn here; you need to entice her. Having Erin naked, solves nothing. It does nothing." She hissed. "Get back into your shower, I'll tie her up." Before she could even manage that, a portal of magic opened to my right, and I watched as someone stepped through it. "Oh lovely," They spoke directly to me. "How you managed to live, is quite..." they approached me, and I tried to take in their looks. Their features. However, aside from their eyes, everything else about them was covered up by a lengthwise cloak that overed them complete

I turned to him and nodded. We walked back into the room and standing by the door was a huge man. He was about a foot taller than me and was built like a tank. His black cloak hung tight against his body. He stood silently with not one once of expression on his face. His long black hair braided neatly. This was Dante one of The Order's collectors. He also was their guard.

We are here in the room while a prof is discussing when suddenly someone kicks in the door. We look at 3 men and 2 women who we don't know. They are wearing cloaks. Raven was wearing the same thing back then, it was just a different color. There’s something weird about them because we don’t feel any aura from them. They took off their hoods which made us see their faces.They are all good-looking in fairness. Oops! When Troy finds out what I'm thinking I'm sure I'll be in trouble. Sorry, Troy! "Who are you?! What do you need?!" the prof shouted then summoned a weapon.

Because it meant we finally had something we could lose. We didn’t get long. The pounding at Aurelian’s doors shook the wards until they groaned. Faculty voices, clipped and furious, cut through the stone. The moment was shattered, replaced by the inevitability of being dragged back into politics. By the time we pulled ourselves together, the uniforms had sealed around us again, neat as if last night had never happened. Black coats buttoned high, cloaks billowing behind us, each lined with the colors of our Houses. Caelum’s in Hawthorne-green, straps belted at his waist. Lucien’s trailing shadow with crimson damask stitched like veins. Mine in Everley violet, copper runes glowing faintly at

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.

When nothing happened, I hissed in frustration. “Wizards, come now!” My tone was higher this time. Just then, the marble ball glowed in the brightest red light. And then the next thing, about seven wizards clad in a black cloak, stood in front of me.

“So don’t try. Just pay attention.” “Shut the fuck up!” I growl at him, feeling my anger boil within my skin. The cloaked men turn their gazes to the right side of the hallway and I follow their sight. Dory is standing at the other end. She looks scared but she’s holding something in her hand. It looks like a jar. There’s fear in her eyes as she stares at her. Her hands are trembling. What is she trying to do?! One of the cloaked men points towards her, ordering them to kill her and the rest move forward. No, not her. I can’t let them hurt her.

the man who sat beside her said. ~Hours later~ A cloaked individual hovered over the Mortimer mansion. The person’s cloak billowed randomly in the wind, revealing their body to be that of a woman. She wore leather armor underneath her black cloak, similar to the ones Mary's parents wore, and her face was covered by red flames—it was the same person that killed Gregory. “I do hope you do not plan to face the Heralds head-on. They might be young, but they are quite formidable.” A female voice sounded in her head.

“He’s not alone.” Emerging from the swirling shadows, more figures appeared - Ironclaw wolves and cloaked figures whose features were distorted by the dark magic coursing through them. Their eyes glowed an unnatural shade of violet, their movements jerky and inhuman. They encircled Caelum, their presence amplifying the oppressive aura in the air. Cassius stepped back, positioning himself closer to the headmistress. His instincts screamed at him to fight, but he could feel the immense power building in the air and knew this was a battle beyond him.