Luffy Cloak Novels & Stories

“Good. Because I need you to feel like the Luna you already are.” Later that day, I returned the surprise. I had found something for him, something simple but meaningful. A dark ceremonial cloak with the Red Fang emblem embroidered subtly across the back, but blended with silver threads representing Rogue Haven’s mark. When I gave it to him, his breath caught. “Lexi… this is…” “Yours,” I said. “And it represents everything we built together. Everything we’re going to build.” He hugged me so tightly I nearly lost my balance. By evening, when everything seemed settled enough, Manny and I decided to call Jax. The phone barely rang before he answered.

Tonight, Lyon intended to seize exactly what he wanted in return. He found the robes in the private spa area—thick, midnight-blue velvet trimmed with silver piping and embossed with the silver lightning bolt of the Stormbreakers logo. He shed his tailored clothes, leaving his undergarments folded neatly on the counter beside his discarded jersey. He scrubbed his face, watching the painted numbers of the pack wash down the drain.

Lola opened a leather bag, she was carrying and took out something. “What is it?” Not answering my question, she unfolded something that looked like a coat. “It’s a cloak. Put it on. Here is the perfume. Spray it on yourself to suppress your scent.” I was about to put on that cloak when I saw the royal seal. “L…Lola… this has got…” “Yeah. This will make your exit quite easy from the palace. The rogues around the palace might spare you when they will find you wearing it.” She started helping me with it.

When he turns, I had to catch my breath, Dravon looks like the kind of man legends were written about. ‎ ‎“Your turn,” he says. ‎ ‎“My turn?” ‎ ‎He lifts a bundle of silk and fur from the table. “Your cloak.” ‎ ‎I stare at it. It isn’t the delicate royal garment I usually wear for ceremonies, lit was made for war. Thick, deep blue with silver stitching, and a clasp shaped like the royal emblem. ‎ ‎“You made this for me?” I ask quietly. ‎ ‎He smirks. “Well, I might have ordered it. I don’t exactly sew.”

After being a bit relaxed I got out of the bathroom to find Lorenzo waiting for me at the door. ‘ shall we go ‘ Lorenzo asked with a gentle smile to which I gave a small smile in response. ‘ Wear this robe lily ‘ Lorenzo said and simply handed me a long coat of thin cloth that reached my feet. I wore it and looked at Renzo tying the knot of the coat which was called a robe.

"This is for you." She draped it over my shoulders. The material was thick and warm, perfect for traveling. But there was something else. A faint shimmer in the weave. Magic. "What is this?" I ran my fingers over the fabric. "A concealment cloak. Ancient craft. Very rare." She fastened the clasp at my throat. "It won't make you invisible, but it will mask your scent. Blur your presence. Make you harder to track or detect." I stared at her. "This is... this is too valuable. I can't—"

The embroidery seemed to shimmer in the dappled sunlight, casting a subtle glow on the fabric. The coat, fitted to perfection, showcased Liam's broad shoulders and regal stature. A silver brooch, a family heirloom, adorned the lapel, securing a cloak that billowed gracefully as he moved. The cloak itself was a masterpiece, crafted from the finest materials and lined with a delicate pattern that echoed the flora of the winter garden.

I grabbed my phone and looked through the dictionary as I searched for the word beacon and it said a few things which included lighthouse. “The lighthouse is definitely on the west of LUAHU.” I confirmed. Without hesitation, I stood from the chair and changed my clothes as fast as I could. I grabbed my keys, placed the note inside my pocket of my thick sweater and stormed out of my bedroom quickly. I have firmly decided to go back to the cliff and I will do whatever it takes to solve this mystery and end this damned curse once and for all. This realm which is barricaded from the real world as what Diana claimed will never hold me forever as a victim of loss memories and will never make me ev

Then again, I shouldn’t be surprised since everything in the VR world was surreal. What confused me was that the armor hadn’t been listed in the designs. His armor was very fitting for him. There was a bit of a bad-boy charm, while still retaining his mature disposition. Although he wasn’t wearing a suit, in a sense, his new attire could be considered a suit of a sort. Luka was dressed in all black, with a few silver accents over various parts of his outfit. It consisted of a black trench coat, made of soft leather. The front collar of the coat folded back, with a silver and black design of a wolf on both flaps.

“I don’t sleep much.” “I can tell that.” Martha placed a fresh set of clothes on the bed. “They’re yours.” Serafina frowned. “Mine?” “The Alpha ordered them for you.” She glanced at the neatly folded garments. Dark troused, a cream colored blouse, a thick cloak embroidered with the Black Fang crest. “I won’t wear their symbol.” Marthe chuckled softly. “Then remove the cloak.” Serafina looked at her suspiciously. “Why is he doing this?” “I didn’t ask.”