Mothwing Cloak Novels & Stories

Her eyes widened. “…That’s impossible.” Adrian stepped closer. “What is it?” Lyra zoomed the display. A faint circular ripple appeared in the upper atmosphere. Like something bending the sky itself. “It’s a cloaking field,” she said quietly. Adrian’s expression hardened. “So they’re revealing themselves.” “Not fully.” The ripple expanded slightly. Then, for half a second, massive dark shape appeared above the clouds. Long. Angular. Alien. Then it vanished again. The cloaking field stabilized.

"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

"We're getting closer to the enemy's hideout. We won't be able to rest or plan if they sense your powers or presence." "The cozy cloaks have been put to the test! It will change the temperature of the outer current element in the opposite direction. Isabel has been using it when she travels alone for a long time, "Myra teased once more, clutching the thin gray cloaks he had been carrying around for a while. "Myra's cozy cloaks can be relied on. I've used some of those in situations like this before, "Isabel concurred. "Myra is a fantastic inventor. You can't see how wonderful she is, but I have. Several times."

********** 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.

The man assumes a slightly arrogant posture as he smooths the terry cloth of the cloak. "It is a rare item, forged by fairies. A priceless gift that I carry with great affection. As you can see, in addition to all that you spoke of, it can also carry a myriad of things." "How do you know space is over?" "The mantle itself swirls in red and white colors." "Wow." "Yeah." The two decide to take a short break. Eric takes the opportunity to change the poultice on Lariel, who is uncomfortable having to lift his shirt for him to examine it again.