Mothwing Cloak Novels & Stories

Odhan agreed. "What is this procedure you talked about? Will it hurt her in any way?" Darius asked Odhan. "This procedure is called shadow cloaking. It can be done with all the shadows. If I cloak myself with another person's shadow, no one can see me cloaked inside that shadow. Only the shadow would be visible. But Melanie is still invisible, no one can see her as well. This procedure needs practice and only a selected few can do it" Odhan explained politely. "Ok, you better bring her unharmed" Darius warned.

Inside rested the Moonstone Bracelet—the ancient heirloom of the Night Shadow line, said to channel the Goddess’s favor. She fastened it around my wrist. A collective breath sucked out of the room. Recognition. Acceptance. Power. Martha’s eyes blazed with barely contained fury. She snapped her fingers at a servant. “It’s chilly in here. Bring the white fox cloak for Leah. She’s… underdressed.” The heavy fur mantle arrived—gorgeous, ostentatious, and deliberately chosen to make me look ridiculous when paired with my plain traveling clothes and scarred face. Last life, I’d accepted it gratefully, only to become the laughingstock of the evening.

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

I kept my gaze on the cloak. The fabric was heavy enough for cold weather. A narrow embroidered border ran along the hem, dark thread worked into curling vines and small pointed flowers. Firebloom. Or something close to it. “Elder Mira saw a woman wearing a dark green cloak near the poisoned desserts,” I said. Velvera became still. Then offense filled her face. “So that is what this is.” “What?” “You think I attended the festival in disguise and poisoned Mary Ann.” “I did not say that.”

We three seem to shift into an almost crawl pose, so ready to fight and take down our intruder, hackles rising, blood pumping and unified in both awareness, alert aggression, and yet heavy wariness. She steps into view, although shrouded in shadow but I can still make out that she’s wearing a long black cloak, hood up which is oversized and seems to frame her head in a sinister way. Her entire face and body is concealed in both fabric and shadow and she stops just within vision to look at us from her bold position, no hint of fear at all. The largest of the ravens flies over and lands on her outstretched hand which appears when it gets close, showing a smooth almost youthful skin as it appea

Stella, step back She took a step back, looking around at whatever was happening and as she did, the warriors stopped and watched as something emerged from the shadows circling in thin air. A cloud of black mist grew in size as it swirled around in its place. A reeky smell of death and rotten flesh started oozing around us. As the cloud died down, it showed a man wearing a black cloak. The cloak looked to be made out of the air, it went down his back and fluttered on the ground.

It felt like it weighed a ton as she positioned it over her shoulders and pulled the hood up over her head. “What will the cloak do for her?” Dennis asked weakly. “It will make her invisible,” Tara explained. “The only problem is that when the sun’s rays hit it, it will sparkle. They’ll be able to see it then.” She peered into the gray morning. “If there are rays from the sun then the demons will be gone,” Maggie said reassuringly. The sun threatened to invade the darkness through the top of the trees. Dominic paced the house perimeter. He held a can of gasoline in his hands and was pouring it on the porch.

I was just about to comment on the progress of the new seedlings when a flicker of movement caught my eye. “Malcolm, stop,” I said, my voice low and urgent. He hit the brakes, his instincts immediately on high alert. “What wrong?” I pointed toward the far end of the compound, where the medicinal herbs were grown. A figure, shrouded in a black cloak, was moving with unnatural speed, darting out from behind a row of greenhouses and vanishing into the thick treeline that bordered Black Widow territory. It was the same cloak from the footage. The same one Kael had worn.

After a pair of black and white swan wings appeared on her back, the sudden changes in her appearance started to show. Nowo now wears a tight silver battle dress with a red cloth wrapped around her waist; she also wears boots with feather-like designs covering both of her knees. Moha didn't grow wings on his back. He is now dressed in a brown hooded cloth as an inner and a light amount of silver knight armor for him to easily move his body and use his bow and arrows comfortably. Their crystals are still with them, embedded on their right wrists. This will serve as additional protection given by the power of the stone to maintain the health of their bodies.

It snakes its way up my leg, binding me in its grip. Before I can react, I'm pulled into a dimly lit room. Four figures emerge from the shadows, their faces obscured by dark cloaks. But there's something different about them. Their cloaks are lined with a deep blue, and each of them has a strange, intricate design etched onto their left eye. Women. They are female members of Umbra’s cult. But why is it blue? I try to struggle against the mist, but it holds me fast. I can feel its icy grip tightening around me, draining my energy. I focus my celestial power, channeling it into a protective shield. The mist recoils, unable to penetrate my defenses.