Mothwing Cloak Novels & Stories

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.

The top was an off-the-shoulder three-quarter sleeve buoyance, continuing the flower and feather pattern over the chest and down the sleeves. There was also a matching cloak, made out of the same gold material with the same flower and feathers design except it didn't have the jewels that the dress did. I don't think it actually gets used very often as it looks like it is more for the winter and now that I am a wolf; I am just as warm as Axel is.

I called softly, approaching with my eyes respectfully averted, the heavy cloak held out before me. She stood beside Theron, still dazed from the transformation and the Goddess's blessing, not quite realizing her state. Her skin glowed faintly with residual moon magic, and she radiated power—but she was still my little sister, and I'd be damned if I let her first moment as a recognized Wynter Alpha be marred by embarrassment. I draped the cloak around her shoulders quickly, fastening it at her throat before stepping back. The deep blue fabric, embroidered with silver wolves—the Wynter sigil—fell to her ankles, covering her completely.

I may be heading for the pits of hell, but damn did they know how to dress. I looked out of the little window, the fields and lakes below hidden in the darkness. The first rays of sunlight beginning to appear. Now was as good a time as any. I pull my duffel over shoulder and grabbed the heavy woollen cloak from the bed before making my way out of the cottage. I don’t bother to turn back, but I can feel Lilith’s gaze on my back as I stepped over the boarders and headed out into the unknown.

Melisa said turning to Athena. “ That is because she hasn’t seen mine yet,” Athena replied sticking out her tongue. I burst out laughing at their childish bickering. Athena took out another gown from a paper bag. It was dark black and had sequin motifs, making it appear like a star-studded sky. “ This is amazing too. It would make the wearer look as if they have descended from heaven.” I said my eyes glittering with wonder. “ That is not fair! You have to choose one of them. You cant wear two dresses tonight.”

She was gone. The Ice Wolf Queen handed him a gray cloak. The fabric was thick, folded neatly, clearly prepared long in advance. "Put it on. A Northern winter can freeze a wolf to death." He draped the cloak over his shoulders. The thick gray cloth suppressed his ash pheromones. In truth, no suppression was needed—his ashes were already so thin they were nearly nonexistent. But he put it on anyway. He did not want anyone to see his face.

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."

"Take this on your journey." Aurora took the fabric. It seemed alive in her hands. "A cloak?" She asked, knowing it was more. "A Guardian's cloak. It will help you on your journey. The cloak holds far more than meets the eye without weighing you down. Though, I don't recommend putting fresh food in it…I learned that the hard way. Also, if you pull up the hood around your head, your face will be invisible to anyone except those with Guardian cloaks. It does many other things, not even I know all if it's capabilities."

he said, and we did, following him to the cottage, there was something covered with cloak , Master colt went forward and pulled down the cloak, everyone gasped in unison. Master colt smiled; behind the cloak lay an array of fantastical and intimidating training equipment. First there were seven huge wooden pillars dug deep into the ground, with raging red fire flames engulfing them. The flames dance and crack, casting flickering shadows across the floor. Next to the pillar stood a massive ancient - looking contraption that resembled giant , twisted spider webs. The web's strands seem to be made of a dark, ethereal material that pulses with an otherworldly energy.

Inside the room, she dialed a code on the wall using the tiles as the buttons and a hidden compartment came out from the walls. Inside was an outfit that seemed to absorb the very light around it, perfect for Claud’s stealthy fighting style. The cloak was made of a dark, almost inky fabric that flowed like liquid shadow. It was lightweight, allowing for swift and silent movement, yet it had a durable weave that could withstand the rigors of battle. The exterior was matte black, preventing any light from reflecting off its surface and betraying Claud’s position in the darkness. The cloak's design was intricate, with an array of hidden pockets and compartments for carrying essential tools and