Mothwing Cloak Novels & Stories

Malachi, eyes scanning the horizon, suddenly pointed, "There, in the distance! A shadow, out of place amidst this luminescence." The guardians followed his gaze, and indeed, a dark form seemed to be approaching, its energy clashing with the radiant vibes of the grove. Isolde, her instincts kicking in, said, "We need to intercept, and understand its intentions." Liora, holding out her hand, produced a gentle orb of light. "Let's use this to guide the shadow, lure it closer." The shadow, drawn to Liora's orb, began to take a more defined shape as it neared — a cloaked figure, its face hidden, emanating an aura of chaos and disruption.

I was sure if they died, they could find ways to revive themselves, but Althea could not, so it was better if we stayed here. "Look at this." Her words snapped me from my thoughts, and I saw her holding a big, black fabric. She slipped her hand under it, and the fabric disappeared along with the portion of her hand. "What the fuck is that?" I growled as I stood up from my seat. "I think it’s Patrea’s invisible cloak. Let me try." "Althea!" I wanted to stop her, but she was already wrapping it around her, and then she was gone in front of me.

“But how are we going to get out without people thinking that I have abducted a patient?” “Baba Yaga has taught you a cloaking spell, I assume.” “I – yes? But I am horrible at it.” “Well we will just have to hope for the best.” He tore the IV from his arm and struggled to rise. “Here,” Anya said, helping Morozko up. He leaned on her. “Okay, um, cloaking spell – here goes nothing.” She wrapped shadows around them, making them undetectable to mortal eyes. Morozko leaned on her and limped out of the room, the both of them quiet so as not to attract attention.

Nearly a day of horse riding I should be able to learn quicker than this. As the canopy above us became thicker, the direct sun faded out. Now I’m starting to think I’m seeing things. Amongst the moss and algae, small fireflies started to come out in the darkness. I’m stunned. There could easily be millions of them as far as I could see the forest stretch. If only places like this existed in my world too. Corvu’s horse pulls up next to mine. He grabs my wrist and turns up my hand, only to place something that reminded me of bread crumbs in it. An involuntary blush crept across my face as he smiled at me. I hadn’t noticed that one of the nearby fireflies decided to settle in my hand to eat th

“That’s because they are.” They bought the final item at sunset: a woven cloak dyed in the deep indigo of twilight. Tradition demanded the initiates wear it when they entered the circle, only to shed it as they shifted, leaving behind the last remnant of their old selves. I held it close to her chest as if the fabric itself carried destiny.

It's coming from the tree line. The mercenaries freeze. "What was that?" "Probably just a rogue wolf," Marcus says from the car. "Ignore it and get her loaded." The growl comes again, closer this time. In the darkness between the trees, I can see two glowing eyes reflecting the headlights. "That's not a rogue," one of the mercenaries whispers. "That's something else." A massive black wolf steps into view. He's huge, bigger than any wolf I've ever seen. "Shit," Marcus breathes. "Where did that come from?"

Like every tree and bush got eyes. "We're wasting time," Kael says. "Thing's playing with us." "Wait." Ronan grabs his arm. "I know that cloak." "What?" "Seen it before. Long time ago. My grandfather had books about them." Lightning flashes again. This time the figure's right there. Maybe ten feet away. Just standing. Watching. The cloak moves like it's underwater. Slow and floaty. "What books?" Kael don't take his eyes off the thing. "Moon Guard," Ronan whispers. "Ancient order. Protectors of the old bloodlines. Thought they all died out centuries ago."

"It's all natural if you think about it. Our team has created a supplement that will make any alpha immediately rush into it's mating drive. There's nothing wrong with augmenting their existing nature." I looked wide eyed into the space below. We were looking down into the lab as there was still a flight of stairs to get down to the main floor. But, from here we had a whole bird's eye view of the workings of the lab and the people scurrying about doing their jobs. There were two beta males in hazmat suits who were looking from specimen to another. They were wearing gas masks as they stared up at us nodding and waving. They were noting down something and then they moved backwards into t

The beast that would swoop out of the sky and snatch up the poor, wailing girl in the distance. She heard his wings before she saw him. He seemed to come out of nowhere; he wasn’t there, and then he was, his large wings batting through the air, stirring up a breeze, even in the distance. He flew over the moon, the light of the full sphere illuminating his dark scales as he paused, wings spread, head held high, pointy, sharp tail outstretched. His front claws were menacing as he hung there in the air, and though Nya assumed he was truly studying the small girl at The Point, for a moment, as she stared up at the full, glowing orb behind the monster, she thought his eyes were looking directly b

Tanya walked gracefully into the crisp morning air, followed by two handmaidens carrying a heavy, dark velvet cloak lined with white fox fur—the traditional ceremonial garment of a departing warlord. ​Stepping close to me, Tanya took the cloak herself. With absolute poise and practiced, deliberate movements, she stood on her tippes to drape the heavy fabric over my broad shoulders, her fingers expertly fastening the golden royal clasps beneath my chin. ​The surrounding ministers smiled warmly, their murmurs full of deep satisfaction. ​"Only the future High Luna would have such a magnificent privilege," one Elder noted to his colleague, nodding in approval.