Every Cloak Rolled In Blood Novels & Stories

I cringed holding onto my two furrowed legs as My eyes shed tears of blood while I watched my father take his last breath as his lifeless body was dropped to the floor, his eyes were wide open staring right at me. The man in the cloak titled his neck backward and takes a sip from the goblet. Slowly the cloak covering his face denuded revealing a strange mark on the side of his neck, like a burn. With the help of the radiant lightning, I was able to see the mark but not his face. He dropped the goblet to the floor and put the cloak back on his head. Suddenly, the man in the cloak turned towards the direction of the fireplace where I had hidden, a few steps closer to me, the whistling kettle b

Blood and Bonds The rain-soaked clearing pulsed with tension, the air thick with the scent of wet earth, blood, and betrayal. Aria stood frozen, caught between Victor’s cruel smile and Caden’s blazing fury. The pack warriors flanked their Alpha, their eyes glowing in the firelight, while Victor’s rogues formed a loose circle, their claws and blades gleaming. Rollan’s blanket was still clutched in Aria’s trembling hands, a fragile tether to the son she’d do anything to protect.

quipped King Alexander, somewhat squinting his pair of eyes. “Isn’t that much better than what I used to do? Or, do you prefer that I return to what I used to do about our daughter-in-law, My King Husband?” challenged back Queen Miranda. “No, I like and prefer your present circumstance, My Queen Wife...” King Alexander quickly replied. Virando opened his palms in the air. He took out his eternity cloak. He threw that cloak towards King Richard Orlando. The cloak was seen covering the whole of King Richard Orlando’s body and subsequently shone in dark brown as well as red yellowish colors.

“Forgive me! I’ll do it now, please…don’t tell her. Don’t…” Nehyr sneered. “Pathetic.” Still, he flicked his hand. “Do it.” Their hands shook as they drew a small bundle from their cloak. Fingers fumbled with the knot, unwrapping the cloth. The scent hit first. Iron. Metallic. Thick. Inside, a vial shimmered with dark red. The cloaked figure’s stomach twisted. “Do not falter,” Nehyr hissed. “Or I will bleed you myself.” They dipped a finger into the blood. It was sticky, warm despite the glass. They bent to the floor.

They do something I didn’t see coming, giving me just enough time to react. As they come running at me full speed. I spin out of their reach, gripping their neck from behind, crushing it until I am able to rip it off. I toss their head onto the ground, scanning the area around me. There’s blood and bodies all over the ground. Hundreds of demons died, along with a few of my own warriors. I hear something in the distance along with screams of terror and whip my head in the direction to be met with a massive figure covered in a black cloak.

Metal breast plates folded inside the sphere of death and goo. Once Raven was satisfied she let the spell go and the blood splashed all over her and everyone near. The clanking of the breast plates echoed in the silence. Out of the edges the band of soldiers from Scotland came raging forward. Raven lifted her arms high above her head and then threw her hands back down towards the earth. The soldiers rose up and slammed into the ground. Many didn’t get back up.

Blood soaks into fine golden fabric, under the cover of a dark green traveling cloak. I look up and I see the ramparts of a castle frosted with snowfall. Felix stands before me, the same wounded expression marring his handsome face. His hair is shorter now, neat and evenly cut just below his ears. His brilliant emerald green mantle embroidered with twining red roses is stained with blood. He reaches out to me, and I once again feel the pain stab into my chest.

While waiting for Luhan, i decided to look at what was inside the bag that was with my horse. I poured the meat on the ground and the only thing i saw there was a cloak. This cloak is unique because it is not black in color. The cloak of vampires is only black or red. I picked it up and kicked it. When i opened it was there is a fallen paper. I picked you up immediately before the wind blew away. I read what was written there that i was sure was Luke's handwriting.

A large, tall figure, with broad shoulders and a red cloak that somehow feels familiar. An ear piercing scream leaves my father’s mouth and I’m pulled back to reality. I rush to my teeth and push past the figure that separates me from my father. The man defending me, was faceless, his face hidden by the cloak, but his arms poked out from under the cloak, long clawy fingers wrapped around my father’s arms, talons sinking into his flesh, letting warm blood drip and stain the ground.

I said, pointing toward a dark shape about twenty yards away that looked like a crumpled heap of leather and steel. We walked over to the debris, and I recognized the jagged remains of a Rauvenhollow supply pack and a shattered crossbow that could only have belonged to one of Draeven’s men. I kicked over a pile of broken wood and found a cloak caught in a crevice of the roots, the fabric stained with a dark, sticky fluid that didn't look like normal blood, but there was no sign of my uncle or the shadow-caster who had been with him.