Metroman Cape Novels & Stories

The voices abruptly stopped and I turned around looking back to see the guard come through a different door, in front of the man who had been grumbling earlier. The guard stepped aside and bowed. My blood turned to ice in my veins as I realized who the man was. Mattel, the Cursed Alpha. He stands out, like a towering, dark fortress, dressed entirely in black and his presence looming over the place. My eyes land first on his shoes, the shiny black leather polished to a menacing edge; his trousers, the solemn straight edge of his cape, the ebony feathers capping his broad shoulders like the tips of a fearsome gargoyle’s wings.

The man that he was in the middle of celebrating his death was standing before him with a smug look on his face. The guy looked different; he was wearing new, much thicker armor and something so strange Beemo couldn't describe it. It was an energy core that was the size of a cartwheel strapped to his back by white metal looking strings. The energy core was green and the energy particles inside were dancing around in a circle. He spoke in a strange language, and the air around the entire city seemed to have heard this strange mating call.

I was about to speak when the door slowly opened and Drake walked in. My mouth fell open in awe as he had completely changed from this morning. He had to step out to take care of some personal matters, but of course and as always he didn't elaborate. He left with his normal t-shirt and black jeans, but upon entrance he had totally transformed. Instead of his usual garbs, he wore a black long sleeved button down shirt with fancy black slacks to match. A black cape was draped around his neck and over his left shoulder, covering his arm. The cape had gold trim around it, with an etch of a dragon standing poised on the back. On his shirt where many colorful medals and pins. He was a very decorat

Guided by the System's voice, Keagan ventured deeper into Hero hub, searching for whatever suited him. Taking his place at one of the stalls, Keagan found himself surrounded by an astonishing assortment of weaponry and gear suspended in mid-air along the kiosk walls. Intriguing collectibles adorned the glass case before him, capturing fragments of heroic history. One such item, a torn cape from the battle of the river, caught his eye, a tangible relic of valor that belonged to the former number 6 hero, as it stated on a tag hanging above the item. Lost in contemplation, Keagan was abruptly jolted back to reality as the shopkeeper snapped his fingers, drawing his attention. "Hey, kid, can I h

“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!

Kayden stepped closer to the bars, but kept a small distance, like he knew he wasn’t welcome. “I told you I would.” The man slowly removed the cape from his head, and for the first time, I saw his face. Varius…

The Emperor gestures with a hand, and an attended comes forward, carrying something in his arms. “Zepherin Sigmond, step forward.” He does. I watch the Emperor stand to his own feet as well, and once more, Zen kneels down. The emperor reaches for whatever the attended had brought, and unfurls it to reveal a long cape of pitch black, trimmed with white fur near the top, and held together by two ornate braids of silver. The Emperor drapes it over Zen’s shoulders, and from where I am, I can see the back of it.

Because when a stranger knocked at your door in the middle of the night, asking for shelter amidst a crisis, there was simply no excuse to be made. Within that thirty days the butterfly would go through the craziest of cycles, starting as an egg enclosed within a shell that is both impenetrable and fragile. Gian embodies everything she hates about people. He's loud, too energetic, and always loves inserting himself in other people's business. Aera would make him leave if she could, and she tried for days on end. An apartment unit does not have enough room for two people who clash in every way possible. Then that shell would break to let out a creature that was hideous and scary and weird.

The dream-fly sifted through it, opening and closing a few before sinking her claws carefully into a large silver one, and brought it over to Jester. Jester opened the box, and inside was something very black and luxuriously furry… He lifted it out of the box, and he realized he held in his hands a fur-lined cape. An intricate geometric design covered the back, embroidered in what he believed to be gold-spun thread. The clasp was leather of a dark grey, with a small diamond embedded into the metal. Before he could say anything, the dream-fly slid open the closet door and fluttered out carrying in her tiny, hooked claws a dark-grey suit and a white collared shirt.