Albus Dumbledore Robes Novels & Stories

Surprisingly, he was wearing a black night robe with black pants. "Alpha" I spoke out with a calm tone, letting him know that I had entered the room. He turned around to face me. My breath hitched and steps halted when I saw the rope of the night robe was loose and his chest was exposed. The long black robe was designed with chocolate-colored velvet. It looked like the robe was only made for the king because it looked royal. His damp hair, which still needed to dry, caught my attention. The smell of the shower seemed to emanate from his body and lingered in the room.

"There's a softness to you now." I raised an eyebrow. "Softness?" "You look more like Luna Blackwood," she explained. "Less like a determined healer fighting the world alone." Her observation unsettled me. Had I changed? Had I unconsciously begun accepting my role as Alexander's mate again? I moved to examine the ceremonial robes, pushing aside these uncomfortable thoughts. Among the offerings, one immediately caught my eye—an exquisite silver-threaded robe with ancient healing runes embroidered along the hem. "This one," I decided, running my fingers over the fine material.

Thea didn’t meet my eye but Jarin turned to me. “Take a seat Atlas, now you’re here I’ll ask Doran to bring him through.” I did as instructed. From my position I could see Thea’s hands trembling. I desperately wanted to reach across and hold them. The door opposite swung open and in stepped Doran, followed by a tall willowy man in moss green robes. I suddenly realised that I recognised the robes. They were the same as the figure by the river had been wearing the day, I went to find Thea. The same figure with green robes I had seen outside the castle in the trees. His hood however, was down. He had short steel coloured hair with a badly kept beard of the same colour. There were large bags und

The pussy hadn’t done it and I was tired of waiting. I whistled for the first time while putting on my school uniform. It could be worse. Rochester’s colors were black and white, à la Hogwarts. The girls could wear black skirts and jumpers with white logoed blouses. The boys had black pants with ties and collared shirts.

he clears a throat. I tilt my head up, only to my surprise; right in front of me is an elderly man. It's no average man with no average height, but a huge man. I mean, this man is more significant than a giant. He wore white and gold clothing, had long white wavy hair and a beard covering his whole chin, and had golden eyes, but he was different from Dominic. This man's eyes shine like the sun. It's like looking at Albus Dumbledore from Harry Potter.

Every detail of his attire spoke of tradition, legacy, and the weight of responsibility that came with leading a kingdom. Soft music continued to serenade us as I approached Liam. He extended his hand, a reassuring smile gracing his lips. "You look beyond breathtaking, Daliah," he whispered, his voice a melodic undercurrent in the enchanting garden. The ancient and revered ceremonialist, a mage known throughout the realm for his wisdom and mastery of magic, approached the forefront. His robe, a celestial tapestry of deep indigo and shimmering silver threads, flowed with a fluidity that seemed almost otherworldly. The robe bore symbols and sigils representing the intricate weave of time and t

Well, Alevos, specifically. Szereth was taller and skinnier, especially compared to Alevos. His scales were a bright blue, almost like a sapphire. The robe around his body was modest-looking, but was clearly cut from a fine cloth and perfectly tailored. Any adornments on him were made of some greyish metal, but had a nice mottled patina on them. “Master Alevos,” he said. “So good to see you! It’s been some time, eh?”

The scent of soap and cold water did nothing to calm me. I scrubbed my arms, my neck, even behind my ears. My reflection in the basin’s water looked every bit the maltreated Omega. I looked like prey… ‘Why do they even waste time with me.’ I thought. The robes she gave me were thin, silk-like, scented faintly of rose. Complete with a beret reserved for all servants. I parched my hair as best I could and fastened it back. My feet felt like they were made of rock as I ascended the stairs toward the Alpha’s quarters.

Alice also wanted to feel this feeling again. "Stop here, I want to go for a walk." The carriage stopped and Alice got off. The delicate face was half hidden by a wide-brimmed hat. Although Alice deliberately chose to wear a simple, sweet pastel pink outfit, she also wore a plain, patternless robe. The delicate face was even half hidden by a wide-brimmed hat. But Alice's outstanding and beautiful aura still attracted many curious glances from passersby.