Mothwing Cloak Novels & Stories

She turned to Lorenzo as she continued. “You asked before, Alpha, about my cloak. The colours represent a witch’s primary source of elemental magic. They gave me a red one at first, but I can actually wield all four elements - fire, water, air, earth - and I can combine them. I’m the first white cloak in this coven in over one hundred years and there are only a very small number of us in the entire world. So now I just use my red cloak when I’m out gardening, because it’s too hard to keep the white one clean, even with magic.” “I always said you were going to be a badass,” replied Drew, in awe.

The six birds were amazed by what happened, and took out one porcelain bottle and consumed one Invisible Sprint Pill. Soheila took off the hood of the cloak when she saw them eat the pill. "Well, we better go! Bye, Klark Oz and Gray!" Soheila waved her hands even though no one can see them. Only her head can be seen since she took off her hood. "Goodbye! Have a nice day!" Klark Oz and Gray bid at them at the same time. Soheila smiled and looked at the six birds as she beckoned her hands to follow her. The six birds can see Soheila since Soheila let them. It was one of the upgraded invisible cloak's specialties.

As we were set to do something that essentially defies nature—fighting to the death—we had to ensure to do it in the depth of it so nature itself could bear witness and examine us wholely. We travelled far. I recognised the route we took; it was similar to the route we would take to go to the castle—a castle that well and truly belonged to the Rieka family. As I got out of the car, Everett appeared in front of me speedily, ‘I have one more addition to your attire.’ I arched a brow, ‘Oh?’ He handed me a blue-black fabric, which was folded into a chunky square. Unravelling it to discover a beautiful cloak with a silver moon pendant that was used to join the cloak together, I gasped, ‘Everett,

Simple, they're something very coveted and extremely rare, not that I'm one, but it's always nice to add an extra touch and of course, everyone knows from my scent that I'm a she-wolf, an Omega. There's a two-tone cloak, blue and purple, covering me completely, revealing nothing underneath. Many people have told me I'm crazy, but it's a risk I took, the revelation would happen little by little. Underneath this cloak I have other clothes, first a very loose, wide dress, in a gradient of purple, from the lightest to the darkest, the ease is that there's a zipper on the side that I can lower, and the dress will fall gently.

As we laid out our bedrolls, I reached into my pack and pulled out a small, hand-stitched sachet filled with dried wolfsbane-root and cedar—herbs I'd gathered to keep the biting midges of the forest away. "Dr. Mercer? It’s nearly three in the morning," the head nurse noted as I headed for the flap. "The air in here is a bit cramped," I lied. "I just need a walk." I stepped out into the mist and headed straight for the black tent at the edge of the clearing. Cole was standing outside, a lone shadow against the grey light, the orange cherry of his cigarette glowing.

She's far too vulnerable to attack. He unlatched his cloak and offered it to her, having removed it from his own shoulders. "Here," he said, "take this and put it on. I don't know what time we have, and if we get ourselves into a fix, I don't want you harmed." The fabric sparkled in the moonlight as she held it in her hands. "Is this pyrite?" she asked, donning the cloak. "Indeed, it is." "Then it's impervious to maurium," she mused.

It was quite a shock, and Ainar chuckled at him when he stared at it for too long, mouth agape in astonishment. At the entrance of the palace, they were given long white cloaks to wear before proceeding inside. It was soft and almost the same color as Gavin’s hair, which the omega really liked. The cloak turned out to be grieving clothes, Ainar explained earlier as he helped Gavin wear his. It’s the type of clothing they were for the whole three days of full moon to grieve for the lost pup. It’s quite big on Gavin. Perhaps they were not expecting an omega to come along, as the cloak easily fitted the alphas well. He did not mind. He rather likes the way he’s swimming in the clothing, the hoo

I looked like a blade that had just been sharpened. ​The Gift of the Midnight Silk ​When I finally climbed out of the water, Kaelen was waiting with a garment that looked like it had been woven from the night sky itself. It was "Midnight Silk"—a fabric made from the cocoons of the Shadow-Moths that lived in the Dead Boundary. ​It was black, but as the light hit it, it shimmered with ripples of violet and deep blue. It was cold to the touch, but as I slipped it over my head, it warmed instantly, molding to my curves like a second skin.

In place of where I had laid, a white woolen-like cloak is there. "My lady..." Anya points out, whispering, careful enough to not let the stranger hear. "There's a cloak. It seems to have come from you." I had read somewhere that Swan shifters used cloaks to turn into swans. This is my first turning and the half moon has blessed me with my cloak. I look carefully at it. Surprisingly, my blood didn't get on it. "Take it and hide it," I order, scooping a handful of water and splashing it over my skin, washing the blood away.

Novak sounded more like a teenager who was in love. "What did she say?" "She never saw me." He said. Maya was lost at this point. "I used the Shadow cloak to sneak into the Blood Crescent pack just at the nick of time to save her from some trouble," he explained. The shadow cloak is woven from a rare fabric and the darkest form of magic. It grants the wearer invisibility and the ability to blend seamlessly into shadows. With this, one can sneak in and out of even the most dangerous territories without being seen or noticed.