Novel & Cerita Every Cloak Rolled In Blood

Finally, with trembling hands, he threw that cloak—into the fire. Flames roared up. They illuminated his wolf face covered with tears. The image froze. But Damien below the platform seemed nailed in place. His face was pale as snow. His lips trembled. He stepped back step by step. "This is impossible... absolutely impossible..." he murmured. His voice shook. "That cloak... how could it be the same as the one worn by that bastard who defiled purebloods? It's not... it can't be the same one..." The soul mage gritted his teeth and called up comparison images.

Demyan’s POV The fabric of my cloak brushed against the polished stone floor like the whisper of a storm. Deep crimson, it fell behind me in regal waves, the color of blood and fire, and today, of defiance. I pulled the hood up over my head, letting the shadow fall over my face, then fastened the black mask. It covered my expression but not the heat that simmered beneath my skin. I was not here as a son today, I was here as the Alpha-to-be, and I wanted answers.

“You won't last a minute on the battlefield.” He got up wiping the blood from his bursted lips. “I'm sorry, my Lord.” I withdrew my claws. “Fight me with all your strength, give it all you have, imagine I'm the Lycan that killed your brothers, your sisters.” He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, nodding his head like I just gave him an encouraging speech when I actually gave him a death speech. He had no chance against me. Tarek, the sentinel lunged forward, just as I was about to strike I saw something— someone in a long black cloak, but before I could blink he was no longer there, even though I could have sworn I saw someone.

His breaths came sharp and uneven, his whole frame trembling like he was on the verge of shattering. “Shit, shit, shit…” I scrambled, wiping blood off my chin with the back of my hand before fumbling through my bag. My fingers closed around the invisibility cloak. I yanked it out, shaking with urgency, and draped it over him. The shimmer spread, swallowing him from sight. “Just stay still. Please. I’ll handle this.” My voice broke halfway, but I forced it steady. He needed to hear steady.

He arrived like a storm. The air split apart as Lord Aldric descended onto the battlefield, his black cloak rippling through the charged atmosphere, a trail of shadow curling behind him like smoke from a funeral pyre. The moment his feet touched the scorched earth, the sky dimmed as if the sun itself recoiled from his presence. Even the bravest warriors, those who had stood firm against impossible odds, faltered and stepped back. Their weapons trembled in suddenly uncertain hands.

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.

His voice itself seemed to carry sword intent! Next, an unremarkable sword aura emerged from the Heaven and Earth Sword, stabbing directly at the sloppy swordsman. The sloppy swordsman made no resistance as his head fell to the ground without a drop of blood. Then, his body slowly collapsed. Only then did everyone realize the blood on Clive was black. In other words, all that blood belonged to the sloppy swordsman. Remnants of tentacles were scattered around. They were the pieces and segments that Clive had severed. Looking at this hellish scene, Rania was stunned. Ignoring the blood and filth, she quickly ran up and embraced Clive.

Perks of being a Bloodrose. The roses were royal blue, layered with black petals in between. The edges were white and almost glowing. My eyes narrowed at them as I leaned a little to get a better look, yet nothing about them rang a bell. Stop, Violet. Those roses aren’t important right now. The footsteps came again, until someone appeared in the barely visible clearing. Their back was turned to me, but I could see they were wearing a dark blue cloak. So there were actually people here… When the strange figure turned around, everything in me locked up and my throat went dry. As the hood slid back, my eyes followed the familiar red streaks and traveled all the way down to those red eyes.

I spun around when Nora called me gently. “What!” “Th… the cloak!” “What about the cloak!” For Goddess’s sake. Why this melodrama in an already tense situation? Spit it out, woman. Nora swallowed hard, “Alex … It's … It's drenched… in blood. Rayna’s blood…”

I immediately opened my drawer and pulled out the secret compartment. When I saw what was inside my blood suddenly came to life. It's been a long time since I have ever used it. Well, it's a dark red cloak that has a design of a black raven on the back of it. I quickly put it on and took my mask well it's a gold mask that has a touch of silver on the edge. I quickly pressed my orvix and thought of the thing I wanted to get and in a flash, the thing that I needed was already in my hands.