Stephen Strange Cape Novels & Stories

Hanan’s half-crescent shaped eyes were without any ripples as she slowly enunciated. “This Goddess thanks everyone in advance for coming here. This Goddess happens to be lacking entertainment for the few days to come.” … The Gift of that giant who belonged to the Kapre species was the red barrier that he could conjure to surround him on all sides. Ley had so much trouble dealing with the Kapre because every time a shield break, another take its place in a matter of seconds. The headache was real considering that the enemy could definitely conjure the shield several more times.

I need to take a minute, watch, and try to figure it out. A figure steps out of a stall, and I back into the nearest open door. “Hello?” a low voice asks behind me. I wheel, suck in a breath, and almost choke on the reek of manure. The person behind me wears a thick blue veil embroidered with silver constellations—a starlight, Lightning Cape’s weird religious order of men. I open my mouth to tell him I’m avoiding someone and let him fill in the gaps, but then I meet his eyes.

Startled, she stumbled back, her heart racing. "I-I apologize," the stranger's voice resonated through the air, their tone carrying a sense of elegance and mystery. With a graceful nod, they swiftly departed, leaving Cynthia standing there, momentarily frozen in astonishment. Cynthia's eyes widened in surprise as the stranger swiftly turned to apologize. In that brief moment, their cloak shifted, revealing a glimpse of golden eyes that sparkled with an otherworldly light. The intensity and depth within those eyes captured Cynthia's attention, as if peering into a realm of ancient secrets and untold stories.

Open her eyes and look back at death itself, right in her face? Pain shot across her face in a quick and completely surprising wave, she felt her brain jump inside her head and her body move in the same direction as her head, it was a strange feeling to be slapped after she had thought her face was gone. numb from the rain, this time definitely felt something, but in the same way the sensation had arrived, everything else disappeared almost instantly, her body fell completely inert into the arms of her captor, a massive man with dark eyes, the same guy who had beaten her before she could escape.

I'm sorry. Alpha smiled sheepishly at their conversation, then he beckoned Sage to come closer. Sage did while the king turned to a large Jaden box placed on the bed. He opened it and brought out a sparkling gold cape and wrapped it over Sage's shoulder. "It's a sign of royals so keep it safe," the king muttered and tapped him softly on his shoulder. "Thank you, Alpha," Sage appreciated checking out the cape that would have caused a fortune. "Where's your Luna?" Beta Craig asked.

It’s an awkward thing on me being worried too much to a woman whom I never met and known. “What the hell I’m doing. It’s an awkward thing on me being worried too much to a woman whom I never met and known in my life. Damn! Why would I waste my time helping a totally stranger woman.” He whispered and he stood up and was about to leave when a doctor came out from the room where the woman they helped was. “ Mr. Richard the woman you brought here is stabled now and out of danger. She is still unconscious due to the trauma she had been in her head. But don’t you worry I assure you that she will regain her consciousness within twenty four hours.” the doctor said.

I trudged through the housing estate in what I knew to be the town’s general direction. My extremely brief visit to the offices of SES had established beyond doubt that the two worlds were indeed very different. For a start we’d got the name of this place wrong. It wasn’t Capistrano Two, or Capistrano anything. No matter what it called itself I had to get organized. The crappy glowing suit had begun to decompose as wisps of it floated in the air around me. I looked like a human Dandelion. A police car slowed to observe me before moving on. Perhaps Jervis had made a report about some eccentric turning up for a non-existent interview. They’d probably be back and I obviously had no ID on me. Ca

The air in the pod was escaping through the cracks in the walls. The whistling sound was like a scream that wouldn't end. I stared at the man standing in the doorway. He looked like Rowan, but he was taller, colder, and wrapped in a cape of violet smoke. The crown on his head hummed with the power of a thousand stolen suns. "Rowan?" I choked out. My lungs were burning. "How many times do I have to watch you die? How many times do they have to bring you back as a monster?"

“Stand up.” The figure hesitated — then obeyed. They were shaky. Thin. When they straightened fully, the cloak fell open enough to show torn clothes underneath. Not armor. Robes? Wraps? Hard to tell. Whatever it had been, it hadn’t been made for this world. The seams were weird, cut on angles that didn’t match human tailoring. Heather muttered, “I hate this. I hate all of this. I hate everything.” Baylee didn’t take her eyes off the stranger. “How did you get through?”

The doctor said and signalled the nurse who assisted him to pack up the equipment so that they could leave. They left in minutes and the room was silent again. I tried to raise my head and face them. But their face were scary. "Hey bitch, or whatever your stupid name is." Lisa, Michael's sister yelled. I knew this was just the beginning and I was ready for all kinds of insults. However, before I knew it, I felt someone dragging my hair with full intensity, something that hurt my scalp. "Ahh!" I screamed, but I felt so stupid letting her drag my hair.