Sage Of Six Paths 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.

"It isn't." "The Sinking Paths," Veda said. "There are routes through the deep marsh that your technology can't find. No thermal signature — the sulfur water masks everything. No vibration — the silt absorbs it. They're invisible to anything the Council or the Archive is running." She looked at Xander. "I'll take you through." "In exchange for the cloaking tech." "In exchange for Sarah staying long enough to build it properly." She looked at Sarah. "You'll need to train three of mine to maintain it."

“The herbs have dulled the connection, but it's bleeding. The contract knows we are pulling away.” I didn't answer her. My fingers were slick with sweat as I tightly strapped a small leather satchel beneath the heavy folds of my cloak. Inside were the stolen High Council nullification act scroll, a small vile of crushed winter-sage, and the iron keys to the western auxiliary gate that Chloe had managed to lift from the servant quarters during the midnight shift rotation.

Lola opened a leather bag, she was carrying and took out something. “What is it?” Not answering my question, she unfolded something that looked like a coat. “It’s a cloak. Put it on. Here is the perfume. Spray it on yourself to suppress your scent.” I was about to put on that cloak when I saw the royal seal. “L…Lola… this has got…” “Yeah. This will make your exit quite easy from the palace. The rogues around the palace might spare you when they will find you wearing it.” She started helping me with it.

Sara's green eyes glowed with unshed tears and as I squeezed her hand comfortingly, I felt a budding friendship start to form. I didn't spend too long in the apothecary. After Sara had arranged bottles of liquid, herbs and powdered substances that made me dizzy, the duo headed outside the castle. Sara had given me a cloak that she kept in her apothecary for some unknown reason. It was a fine heavy black cloak with dark brown fur stitched to the collar of its hood and a beautiful embroidery of snowflakes. I thought that the cloak flattered my green dress and made it look prettier. As the royal physician, gamma and member of the blue council, Sara held a lot of power--power that got us out of

Within seconds, they were nowhere to be seen. After that, Oskar waved his hand in the air and a purple and gold color robe appeared in his hand. It had the shape of clouds embroidered on the front of the robe. The robe also glimmered by itself as if it was an armor that nothing could penetrate. Oskar looked at Severin with a big smile. "Mister Severin, this is the magical robe a core disciple of the sect is given. It is a low-rank spiritual treasure. It was made out of the silk from the jade silkworm of Southsky. It would remain dry when in contact with water and fire could not burn it. There is a seal drawn onto it as well. If you are ever in danger, you can activate the seal to take up the

The outfit that Patricia gave me was not flashy at all. A pair of lightly colored breeches and tan boots, paired with a white tunic and a darker tanned vest to accompany it. She had also given me a sage cloak in the event I felt cold. I was lucky in a way my hair was naturally blonde, it blended in well with the outfit overall. Regardless of how beautiful it was, I kept the amulet tightly tucked under the vest as per Patricia’s warning. Corvu kept his word. He took me to a place with a painted blue wooden sign that read ‘The Dragon's Keep’.

Yet when the moon climbed high and the forest glowed silver, Thalor stepped forward first and knelt before me. In his palms rested a cloak, woven from shadow-thread and moon-silk, dark as midnight yet shimmering faintly like starlight caught in motion. Along its edges were etched ancient runes of protection and command, symbols once reserved for queens of old. When he dropped it over my shoulders, warmth flooded through me, sinking into my skin and into my bones. “This cloak will hide you from hostile eyes and strengthen your aura,” Thalor said quietly. “It carries the loyalty of Shadowmere. Wherever you stand, they will feel that you are not alone.”

"I didn't come here to be saved." I turned, adjusting the dark leather bracers at my wrists. My cloak, stitched by the mountain witches themselves, shimmered faintly with their protective runes. A fair price. "Did the witches deliver what I asked?" I asked. Kael nodded and handed me a small obsidian vial. "Cloaking oil. Masked scent, no trace, no echo. You'll be a shadow in the dark." I pulled the stopper and inhaled deeply. It burned my senses, carving through my lungs like smoke. Perfect.

I stare at them until my eyes blur, then force myself to move. The satchel waits by the bed. I repack it carefully—food, waterskin, the black tome wrapped in one of Mother’s spare shawls so the leather won’t chafe against anything else. I hesitate over the cloak. It’s heavy, warm, the color of midnight rain. Mother made it herself, wove protection charms into every stitch. I pull it around my shoulders and feel the faint hum of old magic against my skin. Not enough to save her. Maybe enough to help me survive. I press my palm to the inner bark. The tree remembers me. A seam opens, slow and reluctant, as though it doesn’t want to let me go. I slip out into the garden.