Metroman Cape Novels & Stories

Torfo asked. "Oh, yes. He noticed the man was wearing a cape to cover his clothes, but he noticed the weapon on the man's thigh. It was slightly wider than the usual bastard sword this kingdom used, and there was a s mall piece of cloth on its hilt," the man explained. Torfo frowned. "A piece of cloth?" The man nodded. "Yes. A piece of red cloth." "A piece of cloth... And red is the color of..." Torfo muttered with a frown. "Is that why you thought he was kidnapped? That probably, there's an alliance and they had been targeting him? But then that means, your position has been compromised?"

On his body was jet black plate armor with silver edges at the plate joints. The helmet had a vaguely tower-like appearance; It did not have vecera, there was only a cross design in the area of ​​its face that allowed visibility to the outside, but due to the style of the helmet (and the enchantments it had) it was impossible to see any detail of the face, allowing only to see an empty black. On his neck and waving on his back, is in an outstanding crimson cape of incredible quality, without hindering Frey's movement, the cape moved with total tranquility with light and fluid movements.

She seemed overenthusiastic and many eyes could see it, though, they only thought that it was because the new contestant could use space magic, the same as hers. Emma was a bit anxious by the strange smile and shiny eyes Madame Lu was giving her. However, she was now more focused on the man before her. He was wearing a long green cape with a symbol of a flower on the back. He wasn't wearing the hood not even a mask, his simple clothing only highlighted the beauty of his face.

I wasn't sure how it was supposed to hold onto my head, knowing his stamina though. "Here comes the cape!" Amanda sang, pulling me out of my lewd daydream. My breath caught in my throat. The cape was made of long silver-white feathers, and as it covered my arms, it almost looked like folded wings. "It was Ash's idea," she said, giggling. "It's beautiful," I murmured as my eyes filled with tears. "Don't you dare cry! You'll ruin your makeup!" she warmed, but it was too late. A few tears of joy had already fallen down my cheeks and forced Amanda to fix her creation before we left the chamber.

"This is Reginald. He has a cape because dinosaurs need accessories." Ava's entire face lights up. "Mr. Floppington has a cape too!" "Really?" Tommy leans forward with the intensity of someone discovering shared ground. "Made from Adrian's tie," I add. Marcus pauses mid-sip. Wine suspended halfway to his mouth. "You let her cut up your tie?" Adrian shrugs. The picture of innocence. "It was navy with silver stripes. It had served its purpose." "That was Hermès." Marcus sets down his glass with more force than necessary.

Before long, Ryan returned in his new clothes. Over the past few months, he had grown taller. The outfit, which had been custom-made, fit him perfectly. The white silk satin was embroidered with rabbits, and the outfit featured a small cape made of leather with a black exterior and blue lining. The hood of the cape, when draped over his back, gave him the appearance of a young hero. His hair was tied up with a blue silk ribbon, making him look both adorable and festive.

Leo (Tank) roared, his voice carrying over the ringing in everyone's ears. The giant man stepped forward, clad in the matte-black "Juggernaut" heavy assault armor they had looted from the Mobile Command Center. The armor made him look like a walking monolith. He reached out and snatched the smoking rifle from the hands of a trembling Ironhead ganger who looked barely out of his teens.

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.")

Ethan stood in the middle of his dark room, clutching his wet pajama pants. Papa ran for Hope. He ran for the baby who just made a tiny noise. But Ethan was standing here, wet and cold and scared of the bad man in the corner, and nobody was running for him. He was invisible. He peeled off his pajama pants. He kicked them under the bed. He used his velvet cape—his superhero cape—to wipe his legs dry. It felt wrong to use the cape like a towel, but he didn't have anything else. He put on a pair of jeans from the floor. They were stiff and uncomfortable for sleeping, but they were dry.

and shifted my internal talk to my enemy. I was stunned when he suddenly shifted back into human form. Wearing their signature outfit. A cape made of tiger skin. Red woolen tunic, a metal jacket, a cingulum, a caligae, and galea. A dagger on its metal belt. "Let's make a deal, Moore!" here comes the bait. I knew he would draw it. Just like how he put wolfsbane's nectar on the human-made path going up to the rocks. If I didn't scent it, I would be either paralyzed or dead by now.