Invisible Military Cloak Novels & Stories

Warriors patrolled these woods to make sure no one trespassed. With one last look over my shoulder, I made peace with the fact that I might never return from the place I ran away from years ago. Surprisingly, none of that mattered when I thought about Ember. A small smile appeared on my face as I grabbed the cloak and donned it before covering my head with its hood. I didn’t want to waste my energy reservoir by fighting off the feral werewolves patrolling the area, and that’s why using the invisible cloak was my best resort.

It would be troublesome to wear ordinary clothes since they would tear apart every time I transformed. Sigh... I don't think we could remain low-profile in this attire. I bet the others look noble and elegant as well. My gaze landed on my black cloak, and it was even more ridiculous. It was obvious the cloak was expensive since the fabric used was of high quality. If one looks closely, one can see a tiny symbol on our cloak. Everyone wears the same cloak for safety purposes. Isabella got this ready for us before we set off two months ago. I have a wild guess that Isabella's friends had a hand in the designs. Those women have good taste and only wear the best material.

The six birds were amazed by what happened, and took out one porcelain bottle and consumed one Invisible Sprint Pill. Soheila took off the hood of the cloak when she saw them eat the pill. "Well, we better go! Bye, Klark Oz and Gray!" Soheila waved her hands even though no one can see them. Only her head can be seen since she took off her hood. "Goodbye! Have a nice day!" Klark Oz and Gray bid at them at the same time. Soheila smiled and looked at the six birds as she beckoned her hands to follow her. The six birds can see Soheila since Soheila let them. It was one of the upgraded invisible cloak's specialties.

It was real peaceful, Well, as peaceful as you can get when you’re skulking around in a cloak like some discount Grim Reaper. Honestly, no one was giving me the time of day. People glanced at me, then looked away so fast you'd think I was contagious. Guess that’s what happens when you’re rocking a mysterious-hooded-stranger vibe. It’s the cloak, really. Makes me invisible, which is exactly what I was going for. The last thing I needed was some nosy villager grilling me about why I looked like their Alpha. Although some of them might be able to differentiate due to my hair color, but regardless I wasn’t in the mood for the first degree curios glance.

Thorne said, his voice dripping with condescension as he inspected a pile of newly finished cloaks in the courtyard, "that the Ridge has replaced its martial training with... domestic hobbies. My Alpha wants to know if these garments are truly fit for the Northern patrols or if they are merely festive decorations for your 'knitting lunatics'." Thorne picked up one of the Midnight Blue cloaks, holding it to the light. He ran his calloused thumb over the fabric, looking for a dropped stitch, a thin spot, or a sign of weakness. He found nothing. The weave was tight, rhythmic, and dense—a masterwork of engineering. "It is passable," Thorne conceded, his tone sour. "But a cloak is not a suit of a

“Hope death doesn’t scare you?” Caelyn does not seem to be joking from the seriousness in his voice and deadly glint in his eyes. Jarvis told him to fuck off with a laugh before returning to his post. Feeling that boredom kick in, I allowed my eyes roam the whole club. Is that Syn? Syn is seated in the middle of two armored men who are dressed in the garment of the Russian royal guards. Not everyone knows this but Ezryold already explained the secret attire of the Russian family that Khalys is linked to.

“AAARRGGGHHKKK...!!!” Richard Orlando Lie was heard squealing and squeaking again and again, at the peak of his tenor eight-octave voice tune. When his eternity cloak didn’t shine in dark brown as well as red yellowish colors anymore, Virando opened his palms again and redrew back his eternity cloak. The eternity cloak was seen releasing the whole of Richard Orlando Lie’s body and whizzing back towards Virando’s palms. It changed to blue color and directly disappeared into Virando’s palms.

Lyon took a quick glance at the cloak that Metoki was holding up. It seems like a normal cloak, unlike the specialized cloaks stashed inside the palace that was imbedded with large amounts of mana making it a valuable piece of equipment used by the knights when venturing outside the kingdom’s borders. A small button was also visible around its collar, it was shinier than the usual silver buttons used on other cloaks.

In silence. In choices. In ghosts no one saw but me. The candle I lit sputtered before catching, its flame twitching like it, too, wanted to flee. I didn’t blame it. I moved to the armoire, pulled out the green velvet cloak stitched with the sigil of my mother’s bloodline. Not royal. Older. Wilder. The wolves that ran before there were thrones. My fingers lingered on the embroidery, the serpent with wings, swallowing its tail. I draped it around my shoulders and fastened the clasp like armor. Not for warmth. For warning.

Although she was grateful for Jin’s presence because at least he had someone whom he could lean on but to think that he would even send Jin out, the chief was more into this war than Richi ever expected him to be. Richi could take it any longer. She got up from her bed. She couldn’t sleep anyways. She tied her hair and grabbed her hooded black cloak. Made of silk, it was lightweight and wouldn’t really do her anything good in the cold weather but it was special. It was made of Ristokoa fiber, passed through on by their late instructor. The user of the cloak was blessed with a hidden barrier. It was like an encased wind is released whenever she is in immediate danger. As long as she wears it,