Minato Beast Cloak Novels & Stories

The low, resonant chant by the surrounding elders echoed off the mountains. Magnus steps back, gesturing towards me to introduce the Shield of the Sacred. At that moment, the shadows part, revealing me amidst the encircling darkness. My cloak was white woven with iridescent patterns and shimmered with a mystical luminescence that mirrored the eclipse above, becoming redder. In a voice that resounds with authority, Magnus proclaims her new title, "Behold! The Shield of the Sacred, guardian of the light and shadows of your leader!" I step to the altar next to Magnus and push my hood back.

And he hates Dad enough to want to be the one who decides his fate. The sun is setting when I finally reach the border. I can see the Shadowmoon territory markers in the distance. My dress is completely ruined now, and I'm covered in scratches and bug bites. Two guards are stationed at the border crossing. They look bored until they see me stumbling out of the forest. "Holy shit," one of them says. "Is that who I think it is?" "Princess Aria Stone," the other one confirms. "There's a bounty on her head."

There's no need to be so harsh on her. Mother had not expected me to respond this way. Her expression darkened, but she had no choice but to watch as I made my arrangements. I waved my hand, and the mourning troupe immediately began their cacophonous performance with drums. I watched with great interest from the side. This mourning troupe consisted of beastmen I had hired. They were energetic and could cry and wail for an entire day without stopping. Moreover, they did not fear human royal authority and only cared about the money I paid them.

He looked dangerous. It must be Devitos! I stood terrified and breathless, and my heart throbbed as I was gaping at dozens of men with their rifles behind that old man. It was still dark, but I could see them through the streetlights. “She is beautiful, isn’t she?” I heard another masculine voice and the next moment, a man in a dark suit appeared. His ginger hair was pulled into a neat ponytail and a lot of tattoos were stabbing all over his neck and arms. My flesh crawled when his eyes ran on me from head to toe.

After what felt like an eternity of training, it was finally time for the champions to showcase what they have learned from the five Sages to the packs. The arena was a massive circle, it was surrounded by high stone walls with rows of seats stacked in layers, where the crowd watched eagerly. Roxanne and the other champions stood in a line, all dressed in a dark-gray tunic that reached their mid-thigh, with leather straps across their shoulders and waists. Their slim pants tucked into knee-high boots and leather bracers on their wrists, and their hair was pulled back tightly, with arrows on their back and their bow at their side.

I attempt to move forward towards it but Rake clamped his hand down on my shoulder, stopping me. "Don't." He muttered and I couldn't understand why he was dragging this. The kids are in danger and it's worse because they're nowhere around. "Rake, I--" "Mima, in front of you. Duck." Beck yelled and I did. I bent down a bit and watched as a hand flew over my head attempting to punch me. When I looked up, it was the man in a red cloak and he had this menacing look in his eyes that seemed familiar. His face was fill of scars and one of his eyes was missing.

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.

Furthermore, there was nothing he could do about it. "Where did your cloak come from?" Zephyr Khan frowned and couldn't help asking. For a long time, he had been boasting that his cloak was extraordinary and had incredible abilities. "Do you want to know? I won't tell you!" Motian Gem smiled. "My cloak is not only powerful in defense, but also an aggressive magic treasure!" "If I burst out with all my strength, I'll be able to easily take care of it, much less someone like you who's at the Alchemy! Even if it's an expert at the peak of the Refinement Realm, I must be on my guard!"

Once inside, the aura around the cube and the man glowed a faint blue, disappearing a minute later. "This magic item has the ability to cloak the one who is wearing it. A low-grade item but perfect for scouting and spying. If the words of our future lady are indeed true, then my lord, I feel we have a grave threat on our hands." The severity of the man's voice brought silence to the room. Elsewhere, relaxing in the garden of the elf-lord’s castle, Maria stood near the crystal clear lake, eyes peering out into the horizon when a pair of hands blocked it. "Ria-chan, why the long face~?" came the teasing voice of Akihito.

“That’s what the stories from the mines mean. The hiyasha is not a real demon but a cult. They must be looking for Adamantine, a piece of the second Fire from Heaven that landed in the south.” “Exactly,” Aki said. “They’re also involved in the slave trade because they need miners to dig for Adamantine.” “What does he look like?” Temujin asked. “All members of the Hiyasha-to dress the same. They wear a Slayer uniform that’s similar to what Chief Reijo wore in Blarjokull, with two large panels down the front, but instead of blue and white, the colors are red and black. They also wear hoods and their mempos cover their entire faces. Because the cultists are all red Slayers, their masks depict t