Stephen Strange Cape Novels & Stories

“A hearing?” “Yes, my lady.” That was strange. Travis usually told me about every hearing. Whether it was a rogue, a dispute, or punishment he always told me. “I’ll be there soon,” I said. I stood up and walked to my closet. I pulled out my Luna cape, deep royal blue with silver threads and the crest of the pack stitched onto the back. It shimmered under the soft lights. I draped it around my shoulders and fastened the clasp near my collarbone.

She said patting his chest, she was wearing a dark red dress with spaghetti straps and a necklace that complemented her complexion. "Let's go, we are late." Giovanni comes in, wearing the same outfit as his brother, except the colour is different and the cape is short. "Here is a cape!" Kleyton comes in with a white cape, Max snatched the cape away from him and put it on Jayla's shoulders. "It is important to wear the cape?" She asked Max who was helping her. "Yeah, it's important in our world." He said, he sighed softly and took her hand.

"Good work. Tell Antonio, 'Eagle's Wings' are secured." I nodded, allowing the cryptic message to sink in. As I turned to leave, my gaze swept across the warehouse. That was when I saw him – Lorenzo, standing near a pillar, conversing with someone. My curiosity sparked and I edged closer. The person beside Lorenzo wore a hoodie, face hidden but a flash of red lipstick caught my attention. Sophia? I froze, unsure. Lorenzo's companion sensed my gaze and swiftly pulled the hoodie tighter, concealing her face.

“P-Please... I d-didn't come h-here t-t-to cause t-trouble. I don't want to die!” “I know,” answered the mysterious man with a hint of snigger playing along his voice before loosening his grip. I waited for the man to walk in front of me and he greeted me with an impish grin. “Isn't this the stuttering daughter of Alpha Antonio, huh?” My eyes dilated after I realized that the man was able to recognize me. I thought by wearing a cape and ordinary clothes would suffice my disguise when sneaking out. It turns out that I thought wrong, leading my life to uncertain danger in this stranger’s hands.

5 | STRANGE THINGS Arther entered to his Blake Light Pack with his footsteps that looked very fast about right now on there. Arther's right palm which was holding on the bag of containing the cakes and breads even looked so much red right now, because Arther had already tightened of his grip on there right now. Arther didn't even pay attention to all of the stares and even of the respectful greetings that had already been given by all of the omegas in his Pack about on there right now.

I took deep breaths when my brown eyes made eye contact with his grey mysterious eyes. ' he is handsome creation of God . ' my brain screamed reading his Greek god-like features through my eyes. But his eyes cause something in me. Seems like his beautiful features themselves are telling me a dark ugly story of him. Only by looking at his eyes does my sixth sense shout ' he is not looking a good guy although he is handsome. a suggestion is you should run or leave in a short period before welcoming yourself into any unwanted trouble ' After clearing my dry throat I said " hello I am kashvi and I am here to drop your son to you. I think you remember me we had talked on cell a while before "

the kind old woman offered. Catori thought, I need to give this woman an unforgettable appreciation gift once all this drama is over. "And what are the rest of us supposed to do while you guys are out there?" Alaric asked in his usual uncourteous and irritating manner. Catori just ignored him and proceeded to put on her grey sneakers. They would help her walk around a tad more noiselessly. She was in an all grey outfit, wearing a baggy shirt that concealed her boobs and reached down to her hips on a pair of tight grey jeans and a grey face cap to top it off. Her hair was already tied in a tight bun so she simply put the cap over her head and adjusted it.

​The Capacitor Hall ​When they reached the east wing, the smell hit them, the scent of ozone, burnt fur, and terror. ​The shifters were suspended in glass pods, their bodies crisscrossed with glowing violet tubes that hummed with a sickening, high-pitched whine. In the center of the hall stood the "Master Capacitor", a towering pillar of obsidian that was currently glowing with a frantic, stolen light. ​"Leo! Look!" Maya pointed to the far end of the hall.

“We were in a forest. With seals breaking. And the Gate. And Nethara. And—Haunter?” We all turned. He was sitting on the floor. In Jimmy’s beanbag chair. Looking just as stunned. “…Okay,” Haunter muttered. “I definitely didn’t do this.” Cassie narrowed her eyes. “You sure? Because this feels like the kind of thing an ancient alpha king with reality-bending tendencies would do.” “Do I look like I know what’s going on?” he snapped, gesturing at the Marvel blanket wrapped around his legs. “Why do I have Captain America on my lap?”