Minato Beast Cloak Novels & Stories

A murmur of ‘Yes Alpha’ follows and I turn back to the front, awaiting the signal of our scout. I’m wearing a black cloak over my clothes that bears the crest of the Moonstone pack, a black top with a protective armour plate on top, black pants, and high boots finish off my ensemble. My hair is braided and pinned back and a sword belt hangs around my waist holding my sword.

Novak sounded more like a teenager who was in love. "What did she say?" "She never saw me." He said. Maya was lost at this point. "I used the Shadow cloak to sneak into the Blood Crescent pack just at the nick of time to save her from some trouble," he explained. The shadow cloak is woven from a rare fabric and the darkest form of magic. It grants the wearer invisibility and the ability to blend seamlessly into shadows. With this, one can sneak in and out of even the most dangerous territories without being seen or noticed.

and stands up straight from leaning on the bars. Himari stands up too after she makes sure the blanket covered Mizu's body completely and says in a serious manner, " Akane was right, tomorrow she will surely win her fight. Now, at the time had been already quarter to 9 we need to go back to our own room before 10 o'clock," she said looking at the wall clock. Haruto suddenly threw the rest of the cloaks towards them and they easily catch it. The black cloak sways strongly when they start wearing it. On the back, a logo of a terrifying silver dragon with an open mouth was imprinted, indicating they are from East House.

Half an hour later, I found myself outside the café, drawn by some dark magnetism to the mysterious stranger despite my nerves jingling like a keychain in a fidgety hand. Feeling overdressed, I wished I'd just stuck to my usual leggings or jeans. We'd agreed on a signal - he'd wear a black rose, and I'd be decked out in red, the real motivation for buying this scarlet dress. Drawing in a trembling breath, I pushed the door open. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods enveloped me. Quickly, I scanned the place, spotting a guy at the back in a black tee. I squinted. Was that a rose? I couldn't tell from here, so I pushed farther into the café.

“First of all, we have a boat, and a good one at that.” “I see.” Cai yawned and stretched her long arms above her head. “We will get on it today and you can rest there.” He reached for a pile of items he had hidden under his side of the bed. “These are for you.” He held up a stack of clothes.” “Oh…thank you. You really know how to impress a girl.” She sat up and looked with an eager face. “What are they?” “Because you needed a cloak, I got you a very nice one.” He took out a dark green cloak with beige rope trim and a hood. “It matches your eyes. You hold it together with this.” He showed her a silver broach that was made in a spiral design.

I completed my dressing with the dragon stone necklace after putting on the cloak round my neck. I remembered how Richard and Bryon had suddenly turn invisible the first time I met as Kedar brought in the cloak. "A magical cloak?" I asked when I saw the ominous dark looking cloak. Richard had explained that his cloak made them invisible to the eyes of people. "What?" She shot an are - you - crazy look at me. "Why do you humans take magic as some sort of game you can always toy with?" She spoke as if he wasn't on of us humans. "This is a normal cloak, it goes well with that dress of yours." She had bluntly explained before walking out the door.

Mantilo appeared suddenly, his long black hair looking fresh braided and heavy brown robes, with cuffs dipped in golden thread, covered his large upper body and breezy brown pants ending in heavy boots accented his overall larger than life appeal and standing beside him was Glen. She was also decked out in brown robes, accented around her chest and ankles with gold thread that accented her large green eyes and the jewels in her ears and tied into her sandy blond hair. With little effort Mantilo rose his voice, roaring over the congregation before him. “Welcome to the Annual CLAN CELEBRATION. My people...My fiends...My Clan brothers this is truly a blessing for me to be here with all of you.

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

Not my screams, not my tears, not all the nasty things I said about him, his parentage, his pride, his honor, and his strange-looking cloak. His cloak was indeed very strange. It had an unusual texture, unlike any cloth or leather I had ever touched. It felt more like some type of membrane, like the skin you peel from the top of milk, but more solid. It was the same bright green as his hair, which I could see peeking out from below his horned helm. Except for his helm, knee and elbow guards, which glowed iridescent blue under the green fire, the rest of his armor was crafted, or made, of dragon scales.

His small stature and absence of the usual muscular build typical of his kind set him apart. With his limbs restrained by chains, escorted by guards, Aloov was brought before us. I observed him closely, analyzing his condition and assessing his status. [Aloov- Level 78] [....] [Title- Shameless Toad] [Skill - Persuasion, Language Proficiency…] The Beastman's status was far from impressive, yet notably distinctive for someone from the Beast race. The creature seemed visibly frightened, displaying signs of mental instability. Oddly captivated, I couldn't help but study the Beastman closely. In return, the Beastman locked eyes with me, revealing a deep-seated worry in his frightened gaze.