Minato Cloak Novels & Stories

"I'm heading out now. When Mom leaves her room, tell her that I'll be back by ten in the morning." They nodded and I made my way outside. Higan had already arrived a few minutes ago but Marcy didn't want me to go anywhere without her finishing my hair. I wondered why they put so much effort into this despite Higan being very much a man. I opened the door and stepped out of the house. Higan was leaning against his car in a white long sleeved dress shirt and black jeans. His eyes raked over me and I blushed at how he was shamelessly checking me out.

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

Only Lian notices my discomfort and so he slows down a bit. ____________ The elevator goes up and down so we don't have to walk. This place is really big. - he whispers with a small smile. I alternate between fear and admiration during our descent, and breathe a sigh of relief when Lian opens her doors. We make our way down the mirrored hallway I ran down that morning. When the queen appears at the end of the path with her own escort of sentries in tow, Lian collapses in a bow. Her clothes are now black and red. The hair gathered in a perfect bun gives you a regal look. She takes me by the arm and pulls me to her as we walk.

He held it out to Lyralei without ceremony. It was a Shadowfang cloak with thick, dark, practical fabric that would keep out wind and cold and rain without weighing someone down. Inside the clasp, Lyralei saw a small token carved with Shadowfang's mark. "The cloak will keep you warm," Joefrey said in a flat, tactical tone. "The token will let Shadowfang scouts know you are under my protection if you cross our borders again." He said it like a precaution but Lyralei knew it was not just that. She took the cloak carefully and ran her fingers over the token, noticing the simple but deliberate carving that someone had spent time on. She looked up at Joefrey but his face gave nothing away.

Tanya walked gracefully into the crisp morning air, followed by two handmaidens carrying a heavy, dark velvet cloak lined with white fox fur—the traditional ceremonial garment of a departing warlord. ​Stepping close to me, Tanya took the cloak herself. With absolute poise and practiced, deliberate movements, she stood on her tippes to drape the heavy fabric over my broad shoulders, her fingers expertly fastening the golden royal clasps beneath my chin. ​The surrounding ministers smiled warmly, their murmurs full of deep satisfaction. ​"Only the future High Luna would have such a magnificent privilege," one Elder noted to his colleague, nodding in approval.

We both froze, eyes fixed on the throne, where a figure was beginning to appear as though from thin air. Slowly, the figure came into view, cloaked from head to toe in deep red fabric that shimmered faintly, like woven blood under moonlight. The cloak was oversized, concealing nearly every inch of her body, but even from a distance, her form was petite, delicate yet strangely intimidating. Her hood hung low, casting a shadow over her face, obscuring any recognizable features. Yet, an unsettling aura surrounded her, making it impossible to tell if she was friend or foe. There is no doubt about her powers though.

I summoned chaos energy, and I could feel the sacred layer underneath all the boxes. “The sacred layer is under all that,” I said, and Hakan moved the boxes in a hurry. The man looked completely out of place, anxious and desperate to find the sacred cloak, so he threw everything aside to get to the cloak. He opened the last box and saw the golden cloak. It was an old, wrinkled cloth that looked like it was about to tear. I frowned because it didn't make sense to me; it wasn't the cape I had seen in my visions.

Heinas were meant to be cagey and not this beautiful. I am currently dressed in a full heina: the head covering, face veil, and luxurious man gown. The heina is full blue with gold lacings at the edge, another gold at the arm’s length. It has the name ‘Voldov’ boldly written at the waist where a gold rope-like writing will be, to tighten the clothe at the waist for my lithe body. A yellow veil for the face and a deep blue head covering that looks like it was sewn with the heina. I was forced to let out a gasp when I found the mirror, joined with a screech and a squeak. I am so amazed by the heina. It is beautiful. Like, beautifully beautiful as fuck.

The curtain—made of mat—flapped open and some able-bodied men walked into the room. The Snake skin cloak and the falcon feather on their helmet, marked them out as the royal guard. They were twice the size of the hut and their heads would have burst out from the roof If they hadn't hunched their features. Their bare chests were vibrating like the current of a flowing river, matching the soulless gaze that covered the chalk circled eyes. Confusion as well as fright wrapped Ejima's agony. Even as she dragged the mat to hide her nakedness, she could perceive the anger emanating from their gaze.

Amy had to crush down a wave of the purest, most painful jealousy. Aminata had returned to the unwanted armchair to drop her cloak over it. The complex garment beneath turned out to be three garments, a kaftan-like robe whose sea-green silk was shadow-striped with indigo and gold, a long skirt of the same material, and a scarlet silk shirt. The copious sleeves of the kaftan dropped in supple folds over the long scarlet sleeves of the shirt, and the whole effect was so brilliantly exotic that Amy found herself staring again.