Stephen Strange Cape Novels & Stories

A messenger jogged across the courtyard then, bowing before me. “Alpha Maxine,” he said breathlessly. “The tailors from Ashendell have arrived with the ceremonial cape you requested.” “Good. Escort them to my chamber. I’ll inspect the embroidery myself,” I replied. Venus would wear silver. I would wear black and crimson. But when I placed that cape over her shoulders, stitched with her family crest and mine intertwined, it would symbolize everything — love, power, legacy, and the future. “Will you be visiting the Ridge Wolves for the fire dancers?” Conrad asked as we started walking toward the manor.

Salvatore barely made it to the entrance before strong arms seized him from behind. "No—please, no—" he cried out, struggling, but it was useless. They slammed him onto the ground and dragged him toward Steven. Dust clung to his knees as he was forced to kneel, trembling, his breathing labored. He should’ve stood tall. Fought back. That was what a Conti did. But there was no honor to salvage—not when his men lay dead, not when Alessandro’s loyal beasts were nowhere in sight. And Steven—he was unlike anyone Salvatore had dealt with. There was a coldness about him, not rage, just steady control that made him more terrifying.

He laughed. "You've lost all your army and you still have the..." "Shut up!"He shrieked. "Well, you think your magic would always be there to save you. Or rather your God? Do you think I give a damn about my Armys. Soldiers die in battle don't they?" I had to chance it o examine his look. His size, I've seen that several times. He wore a black cape, no shirt, a necklace of shrunken heads and cannine tooth, he had a shawl placed over his left shoulder. Ugly old monster, perfect description!

I didn't even know which was worse; having particles of dust stifle oxygen from gain access to your nostrils or having a garbage bag accumulate all of the carbon dioxide that you breathe out hence making you rebreathe what you've breathed out. The air inside the bag was already warm and moist. My hair was dampening with sweat and clinging to my eyes. The minivan's sliding door rumbled down and slammed shut. The engine started. * I saw his face at last. He wore a faded bandana. A silver handlebar mustache covered his lips almost entirely. His sleeves looked like they'd been cut off decades earlier. His cargo pant pockets, bulging heavily were filled with ammunition.

Great killing intent suddenly burst out above the magma torrent, as if it was winter in an instant. The mysterious figure in the straw rain cape stood up, and the straw hat on his head exploded, revealing a black head. It had no facial features but a light mass the size of a head, swaying with black demonic fog. Two scarlet flames flickered in it like a pair of evil eyes, which looked extremely gloomy and horrible. At this moment, the otherworldly immortal picture of the cyan boat, the straw hat, and the straw rain cape was instantly ruined.

He was greeted by a deafening silence and a horrible smell of burnt. He frowned and continued walking until he saw a few lights shining in the corner. He approached slowly and saw a few people lying on the floor. Some of them were dead, others were barely living. His heart started beating fast when he realized the creatures had shining hairs like his. Blue, silver, green, pink, red...All kind of colours were shining. He stopped when he saw someone wearing a long black cape walking toward him. He didn't say anything until the stranger took the hood away from the head.

Joel silently followed behind me, his footsteps quiet as he lingered a few steps behind and yet, I knew he saw everything. Draco was wearing a white casual T-shirt and black jeans with a black denim jacket thrown over his shoulders. His shades were in his hair and he was wearing converse shoes instead of his regular polished boots. The casual attire had thrown me off when I had first seen him, mostly because I had never seen him wear casual clothes to this extent before. No one would be able to tell that he was the Capo de Capi, the most feared man in all of New York, just by looking at him right now.

My heart pounded as we both flew to our feet. “You stay right here, Athena. I’ll go check what happened,” he warned hurriedly as he ran down the stairs. It made no sense. The ship was in the midst of the ocean. Whatever made that sound must have been on the ship. I sat back in my seat, waiting for his return, then I heard a voice laugh behind me. I flew out of my chair in fright. It was a stranger. His sharp canines pointed down from both corners of his mouth with a cape that resembled that of a fictional superhero.

He was wearing a black cape that was deliberately cut into two, there was a crescent moon orbited by a gale of wind emblem in that cape. And above all that man was emitting an aura far different than how he has usually been; it was far more, powerful. On the other side of the battle field stood a lone woman, she was wearing a below the knee black dress and a wide hat that covers half of her face. The side of the woman’s mouth lifted, growing into a more devious smile, it sent shivers to Joanna’s body before the space morphed.

Stellar closed with a powerful statement: “We didn’t come here today to prove what’s possible. We came to create the future. As long as there’s even a sliver of possibility, we can achieve limitless miracles.” Her words were followed by thunderous applause. Everyone’s eyes were filled with admiration and awe. But amidst the cheers, Stephen suddenly sensed something off—an unsettling gaze sweeping through the crowd. His instincts flared. As they prepared to leave the stage, Stephen moved to shield Stellar, but just then, a masked figure in a cap pushed toward the front. The person held a bottle of mineral water, yet the white liquid inside looked far too thick. In that instant, Stephen realiz