Mothwing Cloak Novels & Stories

Puts on the shirt. “I’m glad to hear that, did the cloak fit in?” “Yes it did,” he picks up the leaf-green salamander wool cloak from the bed, he steeples his fingers on the cloak, “green has always been your colour.” Mira smiled. “Seems you remember a lot already.” “Just some of my childhood, remind me why I have to wear this, it itches all over.” “You’ll get used to it, besides it’s a bit fire proof and can withstand a slight slash and an arrow without harming your vitals.”

These spells are designed to conceal the presence of a person or object, making them invisible or undetectable to those who may wish to harm them. A cloaking spell is a form of magic that is used to hide a person, object, or location from the senses of others. These spells are commonly used for protection, as they can make a person or object invisible, or they can create an illusion that the person or object is something else entirely. The effectiveness of a cloaking spell depends on the skill of the witch who casts it and the strength of the spell itself. This spell will be done on Marcellus so that he won't be able to be traced as he was going to leave to stay safe and away of the new dang

This was a transformation. She lifted it, and the reliquary moaned. The walls shifted, as if the mountain above felt the burden’s release. Far above, somewhere beyond the reach of stone, the sky flickered, a warning, or a sign, or perhaps the simple fact that someone, somewhere, was watching. The Cloak did not settle on her shoulders. It entered her. Veins of dustlight crept beneath her skin, swirling up her neck, threading her jaw, blooming beneath her eyes.

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.

“It must be part of her sorcery!” “But we saw the dead body of one of the twins,” said Cory, confused, as she duplicated the cloak her father was wearing, watching the fibres of the new cloak knit together as she focused her mind on it. “That must have been a witchcraft! A Glamour,” said Titan. “An illusion, right?” “Venom is probably alive,” breathed Cory, the hope evident in her voice, as she draped the two newly formed cloaks over Smoke and Mirrors. “They all are, right Alpha?” Said Titan.

"We kept our end of the bargain." The witches in the circle whispered among themselves. They looked at the fang with greed. "Impressive," the Matriarch said. "The White Wolf strikes true." She reached into her robe. She pulled out a small velvet pouch. "The Cloak of Shadows," she said. "It is not a fabric. It is a spell. A rune carved into the bone." She walked over to me. "Give me your hand," she ordered. I extended my hand. She pulled a sharp needle from her sleeve. Before I could flinch she pricked my finger. She did the same to Kael. And then she walked over to Leo who was sleeping on the bench. She pricked his finger too.

This was not a good sign. “Beta,” I said with a quiet voice, “Do you feel that figure looks familiar? Stature, movement or by the body structure? He looked at the screen with frustration and shook his head. “Too well hidden. The cloak can be magical, it has a faint shine on it. Whoever this is, they didn’t want to be tracked.” Magic. This is another piece of the puzzle. The wolves of our pack rarely dealt in such arts. But there are creatures from outside who certainly did.

I said flatly. He looked at me in question. “You're insane.” “Perhaps. But at least I'm charming and roguishly handsome.” “You look like a lunatic in a garbage bag.” “It's a cloak,” he snapped, scowling and loosening the cowl. The robe dripped shadows as he removed it. Without warning, he threw it at me. I caught it and gasped. It was slick like water and downy soft; layers of it seemed to glide through my fingers. Streamers of smoke rose from its edges as I ran my hands through the strange raiment, gaze lingering on it as it gleamed blue-black in the moonlight, just like a raven's wing.

They paced, baring teeth as if readying for war and yet they were waiting for something. “Stop them!” She cried, looking desperately at the figures that morphed from the shadows. “It’s going to kill her!” As you wish, my Queen. The wolven shapes suddenly darted off in the direction of the forest, following the distant sounds of struggling and cries. Chloe was suddenly moving too, as if a cord had been tied around her waist and it had been yanked. She was certain she wasn’t even touching the ground as her body sped through the forest. The shadows moved seamlessly though, darting around trees and shrubs as if performing some dance. They melted into the shadows left by the tress on the melting

“AAARRGGGHHKKK...!!!” Richard Orlando Lie was heard squealing and squeaking again and again, at the peak of his tenor eight-octave voice tune. When his eternity cloak didn’t shine in dark brown as well as red yellowish colors anymore, Virando opened his palms again and redrew back his eternity cloak. The eternity cloak was seen releasing the whole of Richard Orlando Lie’s body and whizzing back towards Virando’s palms. It changed to blue color and directly disappeared into Virando’s palms.