Metroman Cape Novels & Stories

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!

Dona inquired. "I passed Dona, I'm finally going to maybe have my own organization, protecting the unprotected. Things are already working out fine." she said glooming. Something caught her attention. She looked in the sky and saw a human figure, dressed in a black cape, red eyes. He stopped and looked directly at her. He stirred for a while, a daring look, with so much anger, fierceness and superiority. He flew off.

No one answers, so Citra answers herself. “A Redcap is a type of goblin. Bloodthirsty, vicious creatures who roam ruins and forests. They kill frequently and brutally, dipping their caps in the blood of their victims. They have to. If the blood on their cap dries, they die. That particular tale stuck in her mind and she decided that she would become a type of Redcap. She took one of her grandmother’s traveling cloaks. One that her grandmother often wore when riding. One that had a hood. And she dipped the cloak in the blood of the wolf. And she became The Red One.

He said as he walk back to the toolbox and sharpened the swords. “I’m not flattered, but thank you I thought I lost the cape,” she said as she look at her reflection from the clear window. She saw the logo which represents Aldon, the design is a leaf circled around a flaming sword embroidered on it. “Is everyone ready?” Merfoy said approaching them as he was dressed the same pure as white. “Where is Maru?” Rico asked then they suddenly heard a noise coming from the balcony. They quickly run to see it. They saw Maru laughing as he control the small pace of winds around the birds chirping and playing in front of him.

Just getting exposed to it in the air can still have an effect. ‘We’re already here. We might as well finish this task. We are so close, Nathalia. We can’t have Ylgarr getting the second piece as well.’ Through the darkness in the room, I could faintly see the dedicated look on his face. ‘Just trust me when I say that I will return safely with the rod.’ He gave my shoulder a comforting pat because heading back to the area where the poison is. An arriving presence alerted me that the metahuman had begun to attack. Before it could even penetrate my chest, I put my gloved hands in front of me and grasped its pointy snout.

He asked. I started to think back and then remembered something. "Oh, It's on that sofa over there." I said and pointed towards it. Nate followed my finger and a sigh of relief appeared on his lips. He walked towards it, picked the cloth up, and started to tie it around him with the golden chains on it. My jaw dropped as I watched Nate tying the cloth around the collar of his suit. That was Nate's cape!? I used a Prince's cape as a rag! I murdered it. No wonder it was too pretty in the first place!!

“We must not create a scene.” A surge of indignation rushes through me. This is not just a dress; this is my dignity laid bare before a crowd that awaits my every move like vultures circling a fallen creature. Yet, the cape feels heavier than my mother’s expectations. I hesitate, my fingers trembling as they trace the fabric’s edge, but the weight of her command compels me. With a deep breath, I let the cape slip from my shoulders, the fabric pooling at my feet like a discarded curtain.

1322 AD-Three Hundred years into the Long War A lone figure stands in the middle of the podium; he wears the bright red cloak of an official, and a medallion bearing the crest of the old war god, Mars. He takes deep breath and bellows to the crowd “CAPUA!!! ARE YOU READY!!!!!”

I could see multiple men in different uniforms and capes with swords as they patrolled the yard. My breath caught in my throat when I saw the leader of the enemy warriors barking orders to his men which had me shaking. The man stood there, in front of his prisoners, as they knelt on the ground. He wore a black cape that flapped slightly in the wind, his face hard and eyes cold. This was not part of our pack; he did not belong here. It felt strange seeing this figure here. He looked at everyone with such anger and scorn. Before I had time to blink, his eyes found mine.