Minato Cloak Novels & Stories

I held onto the figure's cloak, pinning the imposter down with my elbow. I could sense an aura, deadly just like Kyle's but of lower ranking. "Who are you?" A soft giggle emanated from beneath. The headgear of the cloak fell off as the imposter revealed herself. "Madonna." My eyes widened as I stared at the meek-looking girl now in armor. "It turns out the master was right about you. You're not some Omega working as a Maiden; you're strong and resilient like a warrior." She chuckled.

Even in silence, he had that cool vibe that made me want to mess with him a bit. "Hey, what's your name?" "Jim." A single bead of sweat rolled down his forehead as he looked at me, catching the moonlight and sparkling so brightly it left me speechless. I tossed him a wooden bow. "Catch. You'll need this to stay alive." Jim looked confused, his brow furrowed in thought. He hurried to keep pace with me. "Aren't you curious who killed me? Or why did I end up buried in a stranger's grave?" There was a hint of anger in his voice.

I ask, barely looking at him. “The room right in front of you.” I open the door, turning on the lights. The room is decorated minimalistic. Neutral colors covering the walls. I move to the closet pulling it open to reveal a line of dresses, shoes and jewelry. Like a boutique. “What?” I whisper, my fingers brushing on the silk and lace. “Which one am I even supposed to wear?” “I should be choosing surgeries not dresses.” I stepped into the shower, the hot water doing nothing to calm down the weight in my chest. I step into a forest green dress and a matching pair of stilettos.

“Are they a member of this pack?” “No, although the man said you asked him to shop with us.” I looked at Alec who also looked at me. “Their leader, he wore a hat. A black one. The rest of his men were in red. Then—” he looked around, trying too hard to recall. “There was a cloak. And a crest on it.” It was beginning to make sense. My memory, it awakened. But I needed more descriptions. “The crest was colored black and white. The cloak itself was white. Then the crest had a word. No, initials.”

Dominik seemed to find Adrian's words somewhat amusing, and he sounded resolute. "That isn’t right. The black evil aura that Osseus displayed at the end… I believe you have a similar technique, right? If I'm not mistaken, it’s the Malevolent Soul Cloak of Silver Peak Island. Firstly, it's a method used by the king to control you. Secondly, it can grant you powerful strength to survive and defeat enemies in critical moments," Adrian countered. Dominik was taken aback. "You know about the Malevolent Soul Cloak?" Adrian was right. That dark energy was indeed the Malevolent Soul Cloak of Silver Peak Island. However, this name was only known within Silver Peak Island, and outsiders would have no

He repeats his order, his tone firmer, his jaw tighter, his eyes blazing with power as the command goes through the air, “I said, COME HERE.” A grunt of pain rings out, and the sound of someone struggling to breathe floats into my ears. I keep my eyes on the floor, holding my breath and listening instead as the footsteps get closer and closer to us, and only when he stops do I look up. The mark warms on my back and the energy I felt earlier seems to become lesser as I look at him now. The moon’s light bathes a hooded figure in soft ambiance. The cloak he wears is a deep purple, the color of Hunter’s eyes, and as my eyes trail from the leather booths to the pants and loose shirt,

I needed this distraction, needed this diversion, mentally I was drained and for a moment I wondered if these mind games was worth raising an alarm to pa but ultimately I decide against it, I may just be going through a faze and fear of how he would react, seemingly this is all my fault; returning back after strictly warned against it. "Navi!!" I yell gripping her mane she almost threw me off her back if I didn't hold on tight I would have fallen. "Steady girl" I coax she was acting reckless leaping uncontrollably at a spot, she wasn't a wild horse so what got her acting strange I ponder. It wasn't just her I noticed while trying to hold on to Navi , I kept trying to control my hair which th

It was far darker and deeper than the orangey red of the djinn. I shielded my eyes, blinded by the intensity and power of the aura that now clashed against the djinns. It diminished and there, a few metres away, stood a man. He was lean, tall, and muscular, wearing all black with a black cloak around his shoulders, but what got to me was that his clothing was similar to Mom’s; he had his hood up, and a black mask covered his face. His hands were gloved and the only part of him that was visible were his eyes.

Lyon took a quick glance at the cloak that Metoki was holding up. It seems like a normal cloak, unlike the specialized cloaks stashed inside the palace that was imbedded with large amounts of mana making it a valuable piece of equipment used by the knights when venturing outside the kingdom’s borders. A small button was also visible around its collar, it was shinier than the usual silver buttons used on other cloaks.

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.