Dementors Without A Cloak Novels & Stories

Kael and Rian occupied chairs slightly below the dais, to the right—an acknowledgment of their status as Nightveil’s princes and equal partners, but still guests in our hall. Beyond them, a clutch of Bloodthorn wolves waited, a space around them like a scar. Not many. Half a dozen at most. No Alpha among them. Damon stood at their center. He wore no crest today, no Bloodthorn sigil pinned to his breast. Just simple dark leathers, belts, and bracers marked with discreet protection runes. He looked thinner than the last time I’d seen him, if possible. Edges sharpened. Eyes bloodshot with too many late nights and not enough safety.

He gently places the glass on the table and without warning, jerks a hand around my waist, jerking me close. "Not if I take you first." His voice is playful yet deep as he leans down and his other hand slides underneath my knees. His long stride takes us closer to the bed and he places me down. I scoot over to make room but he walks away, suddenly still, with his back to me. "You must not be frightened." His tone is suddenly serious, abruptly interrupting the mood. "I'm not...well, not until now. What's wrong?" I hear him pull in a deep breath, "You..." he pauses again like he's trying to find the right words, "You have never seen me without my cloak."

I told her, trying my best to soften my voice so she would not use the cloak and run away from me. "This cloak will help us. Patrea and Lucy told me anyone wearing this could not be detected or scented by demons. We can go to where they are, and then we can watch in silence. If anything goes bad, we will help." "But if they can handle it, we will just watch. Is that clear, Althea?" She nodded her head as she pulled her body away from me. If anything, at least she was not resisting me at the moment. "Patrea will lose focus if she realizes you are there."

"Ren and Dan said that when they tried to track her down with her scent, they stopped just below this balcony. And when Fred casted the tracking spell it also led us to the exact same place. It means that when she has reached the bottom, she must have used something in order to hide her presence and prevent us from tracking her down." Nate was on to something. He could tell. And Fred had a feeling what he was about to say. "She's cloaked." Fred's suspicion was confirmed when Nate nodded. A cloak is a special type of hood made by powerful warlocks. It conceals you so that no one can track you down. Not a vampire, not a werewolf, and not a warlock. It has been used by royals when they are hidi

Everything about this situation felt wrong, but Dritan should have been here, and it was a fact that he had never shown up… “All right,” I muttered, eyeing her warily as I walked to the closet. I grabbed one of Kaan's black cloaks. It was trimmed with fur, and it was soaked in his scent. I wrapped it around my body and inhaled deeply, silently wishing his scent could take away some of my restlessness. Delmira had never stepped inside the chamber, watching me from the corridor and nervously glancing at both sides of it. “Please, hurry,” she urged, her voice strangled.

I didn’t have anything in particular I wanted to say. Kira stirred inside me restlessly. “He’s right, and I’m not saying this because he’s urging you to let me be in charge more. I mean he is right, we probably smelled her but we didn’t notice the scent and that’s why we didn’t know..” Before I could ask another question, the Mage’s cloak stirred unnaturally. His body shimmered with light and shadow and then he just disappeared. He was gone just like that. I looked at Damon, He didn’t look surprised at what I had just seen, it seemed normal to him. I stared at the empty space the Mage had been standing in, my heart hammering.

Alpha Dylen Varyn’s estate was cold, gaudy, and pretentious. Kaela’s hand brushed the air, weaving sigils in a whisper. A faint shimmer wrapped around us, and I felt the world lose its grip on our presence. “Invisibility cloak active,” she said, voice smooth with satisfaction. “No one here will see a shadow,not unless I want them to.” We glided through the long corridor, past patrolling guards who had no idea two predators brushed past them. Their hearts beat too slow for their fear to matter. As we neared the inner wing, a sudden ripple in the air caught my attention. The scent of burnt sage and silver,it was a spell. A sorcerer.

he shouted with all his strength, shaking like grim death but still venting his anger mixed with horror. Reive turned slowly towards him. There was no emotion on his face. Only a stone mask with eyes flashing. Along with this movement, the cloak of Dark swept around him like the wings of a huge dragon. It opened its maw and made a loud sound – a maddening roar. It was the necromancer’s cry of anger. However, Glein didn’t hear a sound. Only the two zombies flinched, starting back as if from death itself. At this moment, Zomzom finally remembered the name that was on the tip of his alien tongue. He remembered the Dark that had been pursuing the entire Eridanus genus, turning them into bloodthi

My gaze darted to the side, where the scaly demon was catching up on his horse with red eyes. “Glinda,” I whispered, “Can you go any faster?” Her lack of response or acceleration was answer enough. I reached a trembling hand toward my hood. It was covering my face, so he couldn’t be talking to me. Could he? Ignoring him, I wished to any deity listening—excluding Hades—that we would escape these demons unscathed. “You in the invisibility cloak or whatever it is you’re wearing,” he said. “The one riding the white Hellhound and thinks she’s being clever.”

Whatever they had used, it had been laced with something ancient—designed to suppress shifting and magic alike. The room was dimly lit by torchlight. Stone walls, no windows. A dungeon, perhaps underground. She tried to sit, but her limbs trembled. Then the door creaked open. Two guards entered—both Ironfangs, dressed in black leathers and bearing the mark of the Crescent Skull on their chests. But they weren’t alone. A man followed behind them. He moved with grace that didn’t belong to warriors. His robes were long, his face hooded. But when he removed the cowl, Serena gasped.