Minato Beast Cloak Novels & Stories

Alpha Ares stood in the heart of the magical dungeon, his imposing figure shrouded by a cloak that seemed to be woven from the fabric of darkness itself. The cloak, black as a moonless night, billowed around him, its edges seemingly dancing in an otherworldly breeze. It exuded an aura of dread and malevolence, as if it were a living entity feeding on the fears of those who dared to gaze upon it.

They hesitate to attack as they are afraid that their blows will hit Alfi instead of Manik. Suddenly the light is getting dimmed that they can tell where those two are. Realizing that, Kartika, Herman, Varz, Jeje, and ßenlong are shooting Manik with their unique projectiles. Manik swiftly parries their projectiles with his Iru cloak. “You will never be able to attack me as long as I have this! This Iru cloak is an absolute shield that will never be broken by anything!” Manik exclaimed arrogantly. ’this is the majesty of Harasho!”

He understands that Minos is most likely autistic. Minos joyfully swims around, engaged in a game of tag with Electra, Meli, Petros, and another little merling girl. He wears a small blue wrap around the upper part of his tail, adding a touch of color to his ensemble. Minos' tail is a mesmerizing forest green with blue stripes and yellow fin tips. His forest green hair also has subtle blue layers, perfectly complementing his unique appearance.

My hair flowed down past my shoulders in luxurious brown ringlets that gave me a boost of confidence. Bram had a deep forest green shirt paired with his black cloak and a twinned gold and silver brooch. I admired the intricate embroidery of wolves and forestry as we walked, “why do you have such a different cloak to everyone else, is it a tradition?” I asked in a friendly tone.

I could feel it in my bones. Minseok’s hand brushed against my arm, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Ready?" I nodded, my gaze flicking to the darkening sky above us. "Ready." --- Before we could move further, a figure emerged from the shadows ahead of us. The creature was taller than any human, its body wrapped in a cloak of shifting darkness. Its face, or what could be called a face, was covered by a mask made of jagged, obsidian shards. It didn’t speak at first. Instead, it just watched us, its presence oppressive, filling the air with an unbearable heaviness.

So far the creature itself hasn't attacked Kirou and that told Kirou he hadn't drawn its ire just yet. Kirou and his clones retreated a few meters from the beast and the beast gave Kirou a wary look before closing its eyes once again. Once Kirou was sure his actions wouldn't cause the beast to rush him instantly, he looked inside his inventory. After searching through all the materials he's found, he found what he was looking for and took them out. What he took out was a set of leather armor he bought from Elderwood Village. He wanted to use it as a model for the armor he would later create but the boss monster in front of him gave him the feeling that he would need to wear it instead of his

"Brought you something." "If that's what I think it is," "It's a cloak. Made it myself. You're wearing it over your dress." Alerion turned slowly. "She's not wearing a cloak." "She's absolutely wearing a cloak. I spent three weeks making this." "I don't care if you spent three years. She's not wearing it." "Why not?" "Because cloaks are impractical for a ceremony where she needs to move freely and quickly if something goes wrong." "It's not that heavy. Look," Zane shook it out. The whole thing was covered in tiny embroidered wolves. Silver thread on blue fabric. It was actually really pretty. "See? Lightweight. Easy to move in. And it represents her bloodline."

That was when I realized those eyes weren’t Knight’s, so it was his beast all along. “I can accept anyone calling me that,” he continued. “But my mate… my future Luna… will call me by my name. Only my name.” He leaned toward my neck, lips brushing the skin lightly, making my breath shatter. “Or,” he whispered, “you can give me a daring name to claim me with.” “There is no difference between a beast and a monster,” I muttered. His grip tightened dangerously. “Do not provoke me.” Taking in a deep breath and at the same time desperate to break the moment, I blurted, “But a beast needs a real name. Like Knight has his. What’s yours?”

If that wasn't his drool… As if hearing my question, he turned my head back and kissed me with closed eyes. He greedily took in all of my scent. Great, my head just did a perfect three-sixty. After he stood up, I saw the thing that'd been slithering all over me. It was slender and covered in silver scales. A serpent's tail. Could it be? Nathaniel was a beastfolk?

And there he saw it, the owner of that intense gaze. Its a girl, she's a beautiful young girl with crimson-colored eyes and mid-length dark brown hair tied into two twin-tails that lie on her shoulders, she wears black robes and a cloak. She wields a silver staff and keeps a short sword sheathed around her waist. Underneath the cloak, she wears a low-cut blouse and ultra-short pink miniskirts. She wears quite the revealing outfit for such a young age. And when she saw him look at her, she become a bit flustered but then took a deep breath and head towards Issei.