Luffy Cloak Novels & Stories

She said patting his chest, she was wearing a dark red dress with spaghetti straps and a necklace that complemented her complexion. "Let's go, we are late." Giovanni comes in, wearing the same outfit as his brother, except the colour is different and the cape is short. "Here is a cape!" Kleyton comes in with a white cape, Max snatched the cape away from him and put it on Jayla's shoulders. "It is important to wear the cape?" She asked Max who was helping her. "Yeah, it's important in our world." He said, he sighed softly and took her hand.

"I need to go." "Lucius…" She spoke in a low voice. "I put a spell on the cloak so that whoever wears it doesn’t need to feel restricted by it. Once you put it on, it will work like clothes. And if you want it gone, just strip it off your body. That way, you can move freely." A smile tugged at my mouth as I nodded my head. "Thank you." Her brows rose as a sarcastic smile curled her lips. "Did I just hear the demon prince thank me?"

The wine tasted bitter on my tongue, or perhaps that was just me. Zara turned her voice up just enough to ensure those near us could hear, playing to her audience with the skill of a practiced performer. "Larry, you really should have worn the cloak I gifted you last winter," she said sweetly. "The dark blue one with the silver threading. It brings out your shoulders beautifully." "Mmm," he hummed, the sound content and agreeable. "I'll wear it next time." Her hand brushed his forearm, fingers trailing across the fabric of his sleeve. The touch was brief, casual, but unmistakably possessive. A claiming disguised as friendliness.

Inside the room, she dialed a code on the wall using the tiles as the buttons and a hidden compartment came out from the walls. Inside was an outfit that seemed to absorb the very light around it, perfect for Claud’s stealthy fighting style. The cloak was made of a dark, almost inky fabric that flowed like liquid shadow. It was lightweight, allowing for swift and silent movement, yet it had a durable weave that could withstand the rigors of battle. The exterior was matte black, preventing any light from reflecting off its surface and betraying Claud’s position in the darkness. The cloak's design was intricate, with an array of hidden pockets and compartments for carrying essential tools and

After that, we went back to our room to take a shower and get ready. When I finished taking a shower, I took out my uniform, gosh, it's so simple but she's beautiful, because it's just Coak with a Color gold lining on the side of its sleeve and a Campo de Iris Academy logo on its heart, she By the way, the cloak that serves as our uniform has three colors, black, white, gold, when you wear black it means you are a man, when it is white it means you are a woman, and when you wear gold it means you are one of the royalties, as for the interior, they say we will take care of our interior, even if you don't have an interior you can hahaha...

She later made me wash off my face and asked me to pick a warrior garb with a cloak from my wardrobe. After wearing a leather jacket over matching fitted pants. I picked a hooded cloak that I had worn when Dane was officially celebrated as the alpha of the Northlanders. It was a Tyrian purple color with the emblem of the Northlanders embroidered with white and black thread on the spot where the breast pocket ought to be. The buttons that lined the front flap from the throat to the hem were pure gold and it all clung to my body like a second skin.

They stated that love was blind; therefore, maybe my blindness was caused by my love for Lopo. As I was finishing up my clothes, Core and Lily assisted me. It was merely a white garment with a single blue belt fastened to it; the material had no particularly intricate pattern. It was a light, fluffy cloth that felt nearly delightful against my skin. It had been a long time since I had worn a garment with such a basic appearance. You and your attire, as Luna of the Nightfall Pack, serve as the public face of our pack." Lopo, the scoundrel, had been saying this all the time as he gave me fitted garments that looked like they were meant to kill the wearer.

Am I supposed to fulfill my duties as your mate now that you need me? He looked embarrassed and was at a loss for words. Just then, Lilith appeared. She wore a Silver Moon cloak—the symbol of the Luna's status. I had seen that cloak before, tucked away in our home's storage cabinet, and had once believed it was a surprise Derrick had prepared for me. Yet now, it was on Lilith's shoulders. I found it ridiculous. Derrick claimed he was concerned about my jealousy, but he had gifted Lilith the Luna's cloak. Did he really think I was a fool?

"The moment you walked in, I recognized the cloak, it belonged to the late Luna, the rich purple material, I was head of the team that crossed the border to ensure it safe transport to diamond pack territory." "I shouldn't have worn this." I groaned, nagging at myself for being so clumsy. His hands ran through the purple cloak, his face twisted in agony. I could tell that he was still in distress about what happened all those years ago. I could tell that he still blames himself for the accident.

Ivan however, looked so handsome. “I am a huge fan of the White Forest look.” I murmured, pulling at the strings of his white shirt, revealing the deepest angle of the v-shape cut to me. “If they accept me what do I get to wear?” “You’ll get a hooded cloak, you’ll have seen them all wearing them.”