Minato Cloak Novels & Stories

Could it be that he wasn’t worried of her, the disgrace of the Suzaku clan defaming their lofty and magnificent image? As she attempted to figure out the answer with distrust, Taka once again arrived at the main room where she’d once played a small role. This time, there was an extra seat next to Ryu with a person wearing a pure white cloth. A piece of light blue silk fabric was rolled at the edges of the person’s sleeves, and a few designs using silver-coloured thread were adorned on the pure white clothing. It was frugal, yet maintained a sense of delicateness. On that peerlessly handsome face, was a faint smile that could make people feel comfortable, and a pair of eyes that carried a smi

I REALLY NEED SUPPORT FROM ALL OF YOU, BY REVIEWING THIS STORY❤️ Stay sane and keep healthy 🌍 Let's cooperate with each other❤️ Happy reading 🤗 ***** Minami came with his aides and soldiers. His robes had also changed, now he was wearing the Lord's clothes that Alcander had worn. The shirt was very pitch black, and a very luxurious satin dress had covered his body. He looks more handsome but his handsomeness is still inferior to Jack's peaceful face which is in a transparent ice box. The moment I remembered why Jack could be there, then Minami's cunning made me furious. My hands are tightly clenched.

After that, we went back to our room to take a shower and get ready. When I finished taking a shower, I took out my uniform, gosh, it's so simple but she's beautiful, because it's just Coak with a Color gold lining on the side of its sleeve and a Campo de Iris Academy logo on its heart, she By the way, the cloak that serves as our uniform has three colors, black, white, gold, when you wear black it means you are a man, when it is white it means you are a woman, and when you wear gold it means you are one of the royalties, as for the interior, they say we will take care of our interior, even if you don't have an interior you can hahaha...

"This is for you." She draped it over my shoulders. The material was thick and warm, perfect for traveling. But there was something else. A faint shimmer in the weave. Magic. "What is this?" I ran my fingers over the fabric. "A concealment cloak. Ancient craft. Very rare." She fastened the clasp at my throat. "It won't make you invisible, but it will mask your scent. Blur your presence. Make you harder to track or detect." I stared at her. "This is... this is too valuable. I can't—"

She sighed, shuffling over to him nervously. "I bought you a traveling cloak for our journey and travels," he told her, gesturing her to follow him. She was about to protest, but she choked on her words when he grabbed one of the hooded cloaks from his horse, Renata. The cloak was black with maroon lining and stitching. He was already draping the lush material over her shoulders and fastening it accordingly with amethyst gemstones decorating the fasteners. His eyes scanned over her body, obviously satisfied what he saw.

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.

I didn't narrow things down the way Kael would have, didn't reach for the first reasonable option the way Ryker might. I looked properly. Then I saw it. A cloak. Deep red—not loud or bright, just steady. The fabric was thick and lined, built to keep out cold rather than look like it might. I reached out and ran my fingers along the edge—soft but substantial. The kind of thing made to last. I hesitated before taking it. Ayla didn't draw attention to herself. She'd spent years practicing the opposite. This would frame her. Make her visible in a way she hadn't been choosing.

She was a force of nature, ripping the forest apart. And I stood two feet in front of her, perfectly still, watching it all through the faint, heat-haze distortion of the Active Camouflage Cloak. My breath was shallow, silent. The cloak made me a ghost. A spectator to my own hunt. The sheer, unhinged power on display was breathtaking. This cheerful, scripted NPC who’d followed me since spawn? She was a sleeping dragon. A boss-level entity masquerading as a guide. What the hell was this Instance?

Noah stammered, his scent souring with fear. “I invited her,” Chloe interrupted. Her crimson lipstick looked like fresh blood, and she had wrapped a matching silk ribbon into a perfect bow over the silver-blade scar on her wrist. At nearly six feet tall, she looked every bit the high-born Kinton heir. “Chloe, leave her out of our pack politics,” Noah hissed, trying to grab my hand. “Is this the Ryder Global mess hall, Noah? The meat looks exquisite,” I said, stepping back so his fingers missed my skin.

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.