Minato Hokage Cloak Novels & Stories

"I want you to have something." He frowned as he watched me hike up the leg of my jeans and undo the leather strip around my ankle. The brown circlet of soft hide had three glass beads on it, two blues separated by an intense, almost gold yellow. I reached over and grabbed his wrist, turning it over so I could tie it on him. "What's this for?" "It's for luck. Nick made it for me before he left on his shadow hunt. He use to say that as long as the sun shone in the sky, there'd always be hope. He said it was my own piece of they sky, watching over me."

Zitrey fearlessly stares back on her old acquaintance, “You've never changed, acting like a lost kitten and bite the hands who've helped you, same old tricks as ever. Right scaredy-cat Z? Or should I call you the notorious fierce assassin– Aoi Akuma?” Just then, a freezing harsh wind blows. The smooth raven hair and clothes of Zitrey sways following the current of the air. At the same moment, Aoi Akuma hoody fell off on his head, showing his elegant features and his cunning face. The cloak he wears strongly sways in back and forth with the wind, showing his silky arctic kimono with Blue Morpho Butterflies designed on it and it's navy blue 'Hakama' with black obi belt tied on his waist. Addin

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.

He has proven himself worthy to be the right hand of Kierra and one of Aria's guardians. I give each one of them my special cloak to hide their powers from the demon. It would be difficult for them to sense us and pinpoint our exact location as long as we are wearing the cloak. We are almost finished with our preparations when all of sudden everything becomes quiet. The raging thunder is gone and the heavy storm stops. There is complete silence in the surrounding. I darted my eyes at Hiro and point my fingers instructing him to carefully look outside to see what just happened. Oslec waves his hand and silently points it to different locations to instruct them to position themselves in the l

“Are you sure that boy’s a spy, brother?” Hikaru asked. “How do we find him?” Their loud conversation by the entrance was heard all the way here. “He’s wearing a brown hooded coat with black furry lining,” Masaru replied. “The one looks like a lion.” He weaved his head in search of me among the crowd, glad I took it off earlier, or else I’d be found on the spot. “I’m certain that I’ve seen him before.”

After all, if those who were directly beneath him could not take care of bugs, then what good were they? “Why are you here?” 2nd Sky asked the minute he stood face to face with the ‘obstacle’. The red-haired man chuckled upon hearing the question and pulled out a hammer from his cloak. Judging by the size of that thing, his cloak must have been a storage device. After all, how could a long-handled hammer that was as tall as an adult male, be so easily concealed by a cloak. Seeing his actions, the 2nd Sky frowned. This man was strong. He was so strong that even he as the 2nd Sky, could not take him likely. The number of people in this universe who could face the 2nd Sky could be counted on on

His hands, though gloved, held tightly to Hinata's. While Hinata was bundled in a white, knee-length coat with fur lining the hood. A pair of red gloves peeked out from the sleeves of her coat, and she wore thick, knitted tights under black ankle boots. Her long dark hair framed her small face beneath the fur-lined hood, and her cheeks were flushed from the cold. "Your hand is so warm, baby". She looked up and smiled at Antonio. Antonio smiled back and patted her head due to their height difference.

I was shocked that she could actually speak. "I didn't know maidens of the High Priestess would be passing by. Is there perhaps a problem?" He demanded. I lifted my head and stared at him through the hood. The hooded cloak was designed in such a way that it looked impossible to see through from outside but the one who wore it could see clearly as there was a dark transparent spot. "There is no problem, my Lord. We are just running errands like we always do for our Moon Priestess," she answered smartly and in a soft voice.

The warriors standing through the hall as we walked all bowed and hailed; “sire.” The long, black, and furry cloak I donned, sat loosely on my shoulders. The sacred symbol of the silver fang was embedded in a golden trim at the center of the cloak’s back. I let the hood down, bringing my snow-white hair into view as the cloak swayed behind me—screaming aura, and grace. I took the last corner in the hallway that led to the main entrance. I stopped in my track, hit breaths beginning to escape my nostrils as I started to feel anger slowly rising inside me.

He shook it out with a practiced motion, the fabric unfurling like wings behind me. "With this cloak," Lukas spoke, his voice carrying the authority of thirty years of rule, "I acknowledge you as my equal in power and purpose." He settled it around my shoulders, his hands lingering briefly at the clasp at my throat. The weight of the garment was substantial, yet it felt right—a physical manifestation of the responsibility I was accepting. The fabric pooled around my feet, identical to Lukas's in every detail except for the subtle emerald threading that matched my eyes.