Mothwing Cloak Novels & Stories

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.

At first glance it looked like an ordinary jacket. Until she unfolded it. Tiny metallic fibers shimmered beneath the lights. Pamela's eyes widened. "No way..." Marcus stepped beside her. "What is it?" She examined the seams. The hidden electronics. The woven material. Then looked up. "I think..." "...it's a cloaking device." Silence. She pressed a tiny switch hidden beneath the collar. The fabric shimmered. For a brief second it almost disappeared against the wall behind it. Marcus blinked. "...That's impossible."

I was afraid that there would be something unpleasant that would be exposed in my thoughts and actions the moment her inquisitive eyes landed on me. “Erm…” Clearing my throat, I stepped back for a moment and took the bag I bought with me when I came. From it, I took a gigantic cloak made with silk. I have this made by the members of the Silver pack that is stationed in the decoy Frost Fang Pack territory when I saw Aurora’s wolf. “This is…” Taking the silk cloak, Chloe looked surprised as she felt the fabric with her hands, “So warm…” She muttered. “You should wear this… it will protect you from the cold of the night as you shift back and forth… Don’t worry about Aurora’s size… I made sure

I don’t really expect an answer, but…. The seer chuckled lightly and said, “Let’s just say he almost gave you a third mate. You obviously are not attracted to the man, but he was hell-bent on having you, thanks to Baltazar.” Silence followed as I understood the meaning of his words. Mom ran her fingers from my shoulder down. She held my hand, her face gentle yet serious. Her gaze locked with mine before she opened her mouth, “This cloak is the highest form of honor the gods and goddesses give a witch after defeating a powerful entity. It comes with a variety of powers, but it also comes with vast responsibility,” she paused, trying to fight the tears threatening to fall down. “I know I don’t

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.

It exuded an aura of dread and malevolence, as if it were a living entity feeding on the fears of those who dared to gaze upon it. The fabric of the cloak appeared to ripple and shift, like shadows playing upon the surface of water. It possessed an uncanny depth, absorbing the feeble light that trickled into the dungeon from a mystical well adorned with the white glow of the moon. The cloak's darkness seemed to drink in the luminescence, creating an eerie contrast that heightened the sense of unease.