Mothwing Cloak Novels & Stories

I make a beeline for Zee and Jamie, who are doing their own crazy version of the foxtrot, twirling each other around to Crazy in Love. The song ends, and they double over in laughter. I’m only a few feet away from them, and about to call out when someone abruptly steps between us, blocking the way. Dark hair. A hooded cloak of raven feathers, glistening moss green, midnight blue, royal purple. A finely-wrought silver mask studded with an intricate filigree of clear stones, possibly diamonds. They shine like moonlight made liquid: new-fallen dewdrops upon a spider web.

The forest deepened in color, shadows thickening like ink swirling in water. Charlie shivered. Not from cold— from energy. Old energy. Wren slowed. "Stay close. Mom's... home... can be disorienting the first time." "Why? Does she live in a tree? An underground lair? A wolf-themed Ikea?" "Not exactly." Branches rustled overhead. Something luminous flickered through the canopy— moonlight caught and held in a web of silver. Only it wasn't a web. It was a barrier. A shimmering veil stretched between trees, thin as mist and bright as frost. Charlie stepped toward it and felt her skin prickle, the same electric pressure she felt before a storm breaks.

– retractable gauntlets forged from the first star Coyote ever tricked - For Rowan → “Grimoire of Unwritten Futures” – a living book that rewrites itself to counter any spell thrown at him - For Nerida Vey → “Singularity Tentacle Sheaths” – armor that turns her tentacles into miniature black holes on command - For Kayo → “Nine-Tail Mirage Kimono” – fabric woven from illusions and foxfire that lets her become any one of us at will All of them require materials from the drowned Dacia. Perfect timing, Crown.

"There are wards, cloaking spells, and ancient angelic protections known to the archives. I'm transmitting the schematics now. They're complex, they require immense focus and power to maintain, but they are your only chance of traversing the Maw without being swarmed." Ava's phone pinged several times. She scrolled through something, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Looks like a lot of cosmic knots and prayer beads. I'll need a few minutes to translate this angelic gibberish into something usable. And Misha, your raw power will be essential for weaving these. Think of it as… spiritual camouflage. Damon, your hellfire might also offer a unique frequency, a distortion field against their s

(Katriona) “WE were told that you get cold easily, that's why we specially prepared this cloak for you. Here. Put this on, city girl.” I clenched my hands when the women tossed the silver cloak on the ground. It reeked of ‘Sariah’, a beautiful white and blue flower with its thirteen leaves. It was as big as a fist. It used to be my favorite flower until I got a hold of it and fell ill. Now, I could only admire it from afar but I would never dare touch it again.

Yet, the cave's spaciousness hinted at its potential to harbor hundreds of hidden individuals undetected. "Puh-puh!" A faint noise echoed ahead, indicating a presence. Despite the dim lighting, Alexander remained vigilant, anticipating the unforeseen. As the sound drew nearer, a fragrant aroma permeated the air, followed by the appearance of hand-sized moths. These were Dark Night Devil Butterflies. Alexander was familiar with their deadly capabilities. Its powder could clog the brain and heart blood vessels, causing sudden death. He steeled himself, unleashing his fiery aura to repel the toxic powder they emitted.

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.

“But how are we going to get out without people thinking that I have abducted a patient?” “Baba Yaga has taught you a cloaking spell, I assume.” “I – yes? But I am horrible at it.” “Well we will just have to hope for the best.” He tore the IV from his arm and struggled to rise. “Here,” Anya said, helping Morozko up. He leaned on her. “Okay, um, cloaking spell – here goes nothing.” She wrapped shadows around them, making them undetectable to mortal eyes. Morozko leaned on her and limped out of the room, the both of them quiet so as not to attract attention.

The rest all have this same deep forest green cloak over their clothing. I’m not sure if the Rift is slowing down the battle for my sake or if I am so used to watching battle that it feels as if time has slowed, but the black and grey cloaked figures appear to be all male based on size and the width of their shoulders. Their movements are broad and sharp, more aggressive. The forest green cloaks seem to be more ceremonial, with flecks of something metallic woven in. Not something you would see on a traveller. Their movements seem to be more fluid.

My skin had muted down to normal, but its previous glow must have been enough to attract the attention of a moth, which landed on my hand. It was a large moth, perhaps six inches across, and had a bright red, furry body and two, large, ruby spots on its wings; giving it the appearance of predator eyes. They even glimmered a little like cat eyes; the opalescence in the moth dust catching the moonlight. Those wings shivered as the moth tip-toed slowly up my arm to cling to my shoulder. "Hey there." I glanced down at it; not at all bothered by its presence. This insect was one of mine, a twilight creature, and I sensed our connection immediately. "I'm on a super secret mission to rescue a bunch