Metroman Cape Novels & Stories

But now he was an armored titan. Mane was clad fully in a sea blue armor that complemented his eyes well. The helmet of the armor covered his entire face, exposing only his deep blue eyes. The armor looked strong and powerful, and was complete with a sword. The sword was no simple blade. For it sparkled with lightning and rang out with thunder. It was large and heavy, and made entirely out of stone, just like the armor was.

Great killing intent suddenly burst out above the magma torrent, as if it was winter in an instant. The mysterious figure in the straw rain cape stood up, and the straw hat on his head exploded, revealing a black head. It had no facial features but a light mass the size of a head, swaying with black demonic fog. Two scarlet flames flickered in it like a pair of evil eyes, which looked extremely gloomy and horrible. At this moment, the otherworldly immortal picture of the cyan boat, the straw hat, and the straw rain cape was instantly ruined.

' Chiara was taken aback but eventually replied, "What do you mean by that, Your Majesty?" "That night, when we met in the pond." Chiara's heart skipped a beat and finally thought of raising her head to see the man in front of him. He has shiny black hair and a fair neckline. A red cape that draws attention over his black suit where gold tassels and honorary jewels hang. An imposing and domineering aura befitting of a true emperor, even the way he sits will make you think twice if you're planning to oppose him. Unfortunately, a beast mask is covering his whole face.

It flew up toward me, but I was jerked out of its path and it clattered down the crevice between the car and the alley wall. The hand squeezed tighter, and I twisted around to face its owner. Then I froze. It was a redcap—basically a giant goblin—with long hair that was as greasy and black as crude oil. His eyes were flaming furnaces and his jaundiced skin was thicker than an elephant's hide. He was wearing homespun pants in rancid green, a pus-yellow tunic, and something which resembled a Greek fisherman's cap that was stuck low on his head. This cap, which Redcaps reportedly soaked in the blood of their victims, was dark brownish-red, crusty at the edges, and smelled of death.

I guess that was what you get for not having your parents raise you ever since you knew how to breathe. You took a closer look at the guy without knowing it. The man's ear-long hair sits black struck colored with his shoulders so broad that it was almost doubled mine. He has an amazingly and perfectly, and almost sculpted, scar on the middle of his forehead. What's even more astonishing was that the scar was in the shape of a perfect waxing crescent moon. Oddly, it was almost carved onto his skin. His fashion sense was a little questionable, though. I wasn't quite sure if his shoulder blade pads were actually metal or if they were just a design of his top. Or the weirdly placed cape on his b

"Fortunately, not this time." I giggled again in response. I eventually realized what Roman was doing. He was trying to distract me from my nervousness because suddenly I could see Nox standing not so far away in the distance on a raised stage and by the gods, if he isn't the most beautiful man to ever walk this earth. His attire was nothing like I had ever seen before. He was dressed in black but his suit jacket had a transparent cape attached to it starting from his chest area. Both the cape and jacket were embroidered in with diamonds and precious stones that made him glitter like stars in a dark night.

The merman secures the entrance with a cobalt metal bolt, creating an impenetrable barrier from prying eyes. In the dimly illuminated room adorned with dark red glowing crystals, Trent and Hunter finally get a better look at the mysterious merman who had welcomed them into the secret hideout. The merman's tail is discreetly covered by a tight, form-fitting sleeve, concealing the color of his scales. He dons a long-sleeved top and a mask, ensuring that no identifying features are visible, except for his imposing size. Trent nods in acknowledgment, patiently awaiting some form of briefing or test from this enigmatic figure.

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.

A shape. A man, cloaked in a long black cape that dragged along the cracked earth, the fabric seeming to swallow all light around it. He stood tall, unnaturally still, on the ridge of a hill. The man’s cape snapped in the wind, the black fabric rippling like a shadow come alive. His long, wavy jet-black hair blew with the same current, strands catching the crimson light of the bleeding moon. Who… who is that? I thought, my chest tightening. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t move. My body was frozen, rooted to the spot like the cracked earth itself had swallowed my feet. I could only watch. Observe. Endure.

Sam quickly pulled Allie into his arms before looking up at the commotion, her hair falling in front of her eyes as she found her vision being directed on her parents. There, in the middle of the camp, where her parents were earlier gathering some water from the well, was a large man. The omega couldn't tell what he looked like because the man was dressed in all black, but he looked as if he was pulled out from the medieval era and thrown into the present. He wore all black armour with a large, black cape that drifted from his shoulders and to the middle of his calves.