Invisible Military Cloak Novels & Stories

The pillar didn't just crack, it disintegrated into powder. "That’s a sync-rate of eighty-two percent," Sophia whispered, her fingers flying across the tablet. "Leo... we’re building an army of Alphas. Not by birth, but by infection." The Silver and the Shadow Elena wasn't with the miners. She was on the high-tiers, training the "Shadow-Stalkers", the Republic’s elite reconnaissance unit. They were the ones who would go into the Dead-Zones to sabotage the Directorate’s landing-beacons. They didn't use exoskeletons. They used "Null-Cloaks", shrouds woven from the silk of the obsidian-vines. When the soldiers stood still against the black bark of the forest, they vanished completely, their hea

Yet when the moon climbed high and the forest glowed silver, Thalor stepped forward first and knelt before me. In his palms rested a cloak, woven from shadow-thread and moon-silk, dark as midnight yet shimmering faintly like starlight caught in motion. Along its edges were etched ancient runes of protection and command, symbols once reserved for queens of old. When he dropped it over my shoulders, warmth flooded through me, sinking into my skin and into my bones. “This cloak will hide you from hostile eyes and strengthen your aura,” Thalor said quietly. “It carries the loyalty of Shadowmere. Wherever you stand, they will feel that you are not alone.”