Metroman Cape Mga Nobela at Kwento

“But that thing is the worst there is. It’s the first time that I have met one with three species. I guess another one of their experiments.” “Are you not going to capture it and bring it back to Atlantis to help cure it?” “Nat, that thing...it can camouflage itself with its surroundings. Before I can capture it, I would be-” “LOOK OUT!” I screamed and tackled the both of us to the ground just as soon as the metahuman came charging at the spot where we once were.

He laughed. "You've lost all your army and you still have the..." "Shut up!"He shrieked. "Well, you think your magic would always be there to save you. Or rather your God? Do you think I give a damn about my Armys. Soldiers die in battle don't they?" I had to chance it o examine his look. His size, I've seen that several times. He wore a black cape, no shirt, a necklace of shrunken heads and cannine tooth, he had a shawl placed over his left shoulder. Ugly old monster, perfect description!

It didn't scream wealth like the ones I watched. "Lexus, Gamara...." Said the man sitting on a big chair that you thought was from Game of Thrones. "Supremo...." The man said so we followed suit. "I'm going to ask you to do something." The man said to us but my eyes were on his head. He is wearing a golden helmet with a small wing design. Like a typical greek goddess helmet. In men's clothing, this is the only difference. "What is that, supreme?" Cayden asked the question! And it's rolling! Yes, the acting feels great!

Elroy was concerned. “Let’s make a deal, stay still then I won't have to leave you to the fate awaiting you.” Elroy nodded to avoid further implications while the maiden tried unlocking the shackles holding his hands. Not quite long from when she had opened the shackle a Soldier stepped in, clad in dark-blue leather armor with a large four-point white star crested at the chest region; Elroy recognized this one thing - how he knew he wondered - the capital armor for a soldier of Riana.

I have a blue cape that reaches my knees, and long armored white boots that cover above my knees. Val wears almost the same design as mine, but her armored color combines red, black and yellow. Her cape is red, and her armor was black and yellow. “This is our battle attire, Azrael. Stop gawking at Alice's cleavage. Tsk.” Val said while smirking, and Azrael’s face turned beet red that made us laugh. Azrael is wearing a black armor attire which has a hidden weapon he could use in case of emergency. He requested that on the bladesmith and crafter.

It was something of a puzzle, one that she didn't have the time just then to dwell upon. He was clad in black from head to foot, from the midnight silk of his shirt and breeches to the black leather of his boots. He wore a cape, held loosely at his throat by a silver clasp. There was no wind, but the soft fabric of the cape swirled softly around his knees. He seemed elemental, as though he had grown out of the earth. For a mad moment, Red caught herself wondering whether he did. She couldn't help noticing the cane that he held almost absently in his hand. It was beautiful, with a handle of onyx and a body of ebony, exquisitely carved, a dragon curled languorously around its length, its scale

I waved my hands like that would clear the air between us. He chuckled. Then he turned around. I let out a shaky breath. He reached up and unclasped the heavy royal cape on his shoulders. The dark velvet fell to the floor with a soft thud, and then he started undressing. The shirt came off first. Then his pants. I couldn’t look away. He was huge, like he’d been carved out of stone and taught to fight. His back was wide. Muscles shifted under pale skin with every small move. His arms were thick, marked with thin silver scars. White hair fell down between his shoulders.

ZANE. Four days later. I stood in front of the full-length mirror, my fists clenched tight. I wore a black majestic suit and a dark cape made of the same thick material. White thread embroidered roses and lilies along the edges. My breathing hitched. A heavy breath echoed in my head. An ache spiked behind my eyes. ("You're not capable of handling such work,") Malphaus mocked. “Be quiet,” I warned him. Malphaus laughed. ("You are getting weaker. It is only a matter of time before I regain control of our body.")

Still, I got positive responses when I was announced as their Queen; now, it was becoming real. I turned my back to the mirror, admiring the beautiful velvet cape embroidered with the symbol of Eradon—a majestic wolf. The door opened, and Zephyr walked in, smiling at me. ‘’Hey,’’ he muttered as his eyes searched through my body. ‘’You look beautiful!’’ ‘’you don’t look bad yourself,’’ I told him as I took in his beautiful royal regalia, a tailored black suit accentuating his broad shoulders. He also had a cape like mine bearing the symbol of Eradon.

By now I had moved far enough around for the moon to illuminate his face. He wore a heavy black cape, its hood pulled up over his face. His body was clad in black leather and metal chest plate. Heavy boots on his feet. At his waist dangled a sword, easily bigger than me in length. His skin was a deep tan, his eyes two burning orbs of Amber. He watched me with a steady gaze, never blinking. He looked like he had just stepped out of the crusades, a warrior that belonged to a different time completely. My breath caught in my throat as I took him in. He was beautiful in his own way.