Mothwing Cloak Novels & Stories

"And you look like a lapdog." Before she could scream, I turned my back on her. I walked straight into the secondary dressing area where the grand finale garment hung. The fabric was different from Eliora's. This was the Soul of the Moonwolf. It was made of deep indigo silk that looked like midnight velvet. It did not reflect light. It absorbed it. Over three thousand moonlight-infused crystals were hand-stitched into the lining, glinting like a violent galaxy. I threw the ceremonial cloak over my shoulders. The weight of it settled heavily against my collarbones.

"Ren and Dan said that when they tried to track her down with her scent, they stopped just below this balcony. And when Fred casted the tracking spell it also led us to the exact same place. It means that when she has reached the bottom, she must have used something in order to hide her presence and prevent us from tracking her down." Nate was on to something. He could tell. And Fred had a feeling what he was about to say. "She's cloaked." Fred's suspicion was confirmed when Nate nodded. A cloak is a special type of hood made by powerful warlocks. It conceals you so that no one can track you down. Not a vampire, not a werewolf, and not a warlock. It has been used by royals when they are hidi

A person clad in black and wearing a cloak with their hands crossed stood there boldly. “Who are you? This is the convoy of Alexander’s family. Make way!” The accompanying knights got out of the car and shouted loudly, trying to drive the cloaked figure away. Phweet— Instead of retreating, the cloaked figure unexpectedly whistled an eerie and piercing sound. Screech... Swoosh... Skitter... At the whistle, the sky suddenly darkened. Countless insects surged like ocean waves, densely packed and overwhelming. Wherever they went, no vegetation survived!

Thorne frowned, crossing his muscular deep tanned arms over his chest. "Not necessarily," Witchy worried her bottom lip before eventually saying, "the night of the blood moon, my power was siphoned from me and used to initiate a cloaking spell. And yes, she can siphon without killing but when she kills them she's siphoning every drop of what they have including their life force. My point is, I can use that same spell and cloak these two," she gestured to Julian and me, "it won't last too long but just long enough for us to take her down. It will cloak them, giving their body the impression that it's night so the sun wouldn't singe them. Considering it's a forest, there's a lot of shadows the

********** Night had settled over the Academy like a blanket of velvet, thick and pressing, the stars sharp against the darkness like shards of glass. I didn’t know how long I sat in that room, heart twisting, mind running circles around itself. Around him. When the door creaked softly, Miles slipped inside, moving like a shadow, silent and certain. In his hands was something dark, something soft, catching the faintest light like silk dipped in shadow. The cloak. “Invisibility enchantment,” Miles murmured. “One of the better ones we keep for… special occasions.” I stared at it. Thin, elegant, flowing between his fingers like water made of midnight.

she curiously asks and judging by her reaction, she was disgusted by the look of the robe. "These cloaks were made out of the skin of a shape-shifter. It will hide any creature with supernatural power," I said to her. "In the eyes of the angels and demons, we are just ordinary humans with no sense of fashion," I jokingly added. "Why do we need to wear those if we are just going to teleport?" she inquisitively inquires.