Metroman Cape Novels & Stories

Chained? Panic punches through me so fast my lungs forget how to breathe. My breath comes quick and sharp as I whip my gaze upward and stop. A man sits across from me. A human. Tall. No. Really tall. Even seated, he looks like the chair beneath him was designed for someone half his size. Not because he’s massive, but because he’s just, absurdly tall. Six-three, maybe more. Built like something carved from stone and sharpened into a threat. Fit muscles strain beneath a pristine dark and gold uniform. A rich commander’s frock, decorated with stars, golden tassels, sharp golden trimmings. A crimson cape drapes elegantly from his shoulders like spilled blood.

However, it was so subtle and weak, so it could be that they encountered rogues on their way here. Black military boots, black pants, and a black shirt. Shaved down to the skin on each side of his head, revealing a tattoo and several scars. It gave him a rebel-like vibe, ex-military with high command. But then he also had his hair brushed back, reeking of hairspray and probably almost glued to his head, and a thick golden chain around his wrist and neck. Eventually, I gave it up. I just settled with the fact that he had an identity crisis. Military – rich boy with daddy´s money – rebel with a mafia and superhero background. Yeah, that freaking cape made it all look ridiculous.

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.

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.

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.

Beth gave him a gentle smile. "Nice to meet you Beth. Thank you for taking care of me all this time." "Excuse me, im coming in." A soft spoken male voice called out from the other side of the tent flap. A large man who looked to be in his early forties with shoulder length hair and a beard entered the room, he was wearing all black chain armor with an emblem of a wolfs head with blood dripping from its fangs. Although Christopher had never met the man before him but knew one thing for sure.

his outfit was a tight-fitting long-sleeved top and long pants, they were black with gold trim, a golden dragon emblazed on the chest of his top. “You’re forgetting a piece” Kealy called out, holding up a black cloth that was folded. “What on earth is that?” Rex asked, walking towards Kealy to get a better look. “It is your flowing cape of course!” Kealy responded, holding the top of the cloth, giving it a flick, it unfolded into a long black cape. “You’ve got to be bloody kidding, with that hanging off me, I am definitely going to look stupid” Rex wailed. “Part of the royal outfit, not negotiable” Kealy said with a stern voice, motioning Rex to rotate so she could add on the cape.

He was wearing a black cape that was deliberately cut into two, there was a crescent moon orbited by a gale of wind emblem in that cape. And above all that man was emitting an aura far different than how he has usually been; it was far more, powerful. On the other side of the battle field stood a lone woman, she was wearing a below the knee black dress and a wide hat that covers half of her face. The side of the woman’s mouth lifted, growing into a more devious smile, it sent shivers to Joanna’s body before the space morphed.

"Now that's more like it! Ahem, yeah, about the mech. First up, it needs a cape." "Fuck man, your mech already looks like a pimp, it just needs a cape to complete the ensemble. Trust me, it looks fucking great if your mech has a cape. It has to be red of course, or else it won't fit with the theme. Make it long and flowy, and don't think about using cheap fabric. If you need access to something fancy, I can refer you to a few friends I know."