Albus Dumbledore Robes Novels & Stories

He felt his throat tightening. “Why? Do you think I'm dirty? Am I a disease? Must you have such an intense reaction just because I touched you? You should take off your clothes since I hugged you earlier.” Alexa scoffed indignantly, feeling angry. She realized the second man was also quite handsome. He looked like a scholar in his glasses; ‘if anything, he was an eight, and the man staring at her with his dark, stormy eyes was a 10,’ Alexa thought.

The chair to his left was empty. Ayla stopped in her tracks. As if feeling Ayla’s presence, Rhobart stopped speaking and turned his head in her direction. His throat bobbed as he looked at her. He had told her before that she was beautiful, but she didn’t believe it. Until that moment. He was wearing a simple white tunic and black trousers. His boots had been cleaned and the light coming from the magic crystals placed around the church made them shine. A cloak sat on his shoulders. His beard and hair had been trimmed and braided in a simple style.

"I'm actually looking forward to that day. I've prepared enough weapons to make this house a tomb for them. Besides, Albus is a former soldier. He's an expert in tactics and weapons." I let out a long gasp. "Albus? That old man?" "Don't let the gray hair fool you." "No wonder," I muttered honestly. "For an old man, his body is still very athletic. The muscles in his arms and thighs still look very solid. Whoa." Ronan suddenly stopped in his tracks. I stopped, too, confused. "Why?" He tilted his head, staring straight at me with a piercing gaze that made my breath catch in my throat. "You... do you like muscular men? You even paid such attention to Albus's thighs? If he heard this, he'd defin

Beta Loras stated with a mocking tone as he walked inside the chamber majestically He was putting on a long black robe lined with blue silks at every corner of his neck, sleeves and tips. The robe was fastened; to his waist with another long black rope and tied into a knot at his back to make it firm. His long hair was flowing over his shoulder and behind his ear. “I shouldn’t brood over the death of a betrayal for too long, the pack has many other things to focus on after all” Alpha Ren replied with his eyes fixed on the book in his hand

He then walked ahead of Lycus Lewis. A mysterious aura and majestic enchanting charisma radiated in Albus' every move and step. The man wore an all-white shirt with gold, silver, sky blue, green, red threads embroidered on his robes. Albus' straight platinum blonde hair was left loose. Albus stepped out of his dragon lair. He lifted his head and tried to take a deep breath, then felt the temperature around him while closing his eyes. Lycus Lewis appeared behind him, trying to move silently, not wanting to disturb the solemn atmosphere that was taking place.

I gave him nothing in return. A new swell of music interrupted us as Ambrosius entered the room from the far side. For a moment, the air shifted. He was dressed not in ceremonial robes, but in black tailored silk—simple, clean, dangerously elegant. No crest on his chest. Just the silver pin of the Riddle heir on his lapel. Every head turned. He walked through them like they weren’t there. Not dismissively. Just... above. He reached me in seconds, nodded once at Corwin.

Alfred stared at the mirror, he closed his eyes, when he opened them again they were no longer green but a dark cat like eyes. He hated them, they reminded him of his origin each time they reminded him he wasn’t one of them. His eyes changed back to their normal green color. ‘Alfred, are you going to sleep in there’ a voice called from outside his room. ‘I’m coming’ he replied hurriedly, he took a ribbon and tied his long black hair then exited the room to meet the other bodyguards who called for him.

But then, their spoons and food ended up on their clothes or the floor. No one should blame them. Since Alice, who happened to be the one who had stayed with KuLaa the longest, had known her, KuLaa had only worn just one dress. That was a purple magician dress. She had up to ten of those dresses in the same color in her wardrobe. So, where did she get the sunny dress she was wearing?

“Yes.” “You dismantled the Alpha Council.” “Yes.” “You fought a war against creatures from another realm.” He sighed. “Yes, Alara.” I gestured to the rows of neatly arranged clothing. “And yet this defeats you?” His glare held zero heat. “These are ceremonial robes.” “You own them.” “That doesn’t mean I understand them.” I walked toward him, brushing past racks of deep crimson coats and dark formal tunics. Xavier watched me with an expression somewhere between amusement and surrender. Finally, I pulled a fitted black coat from the rack.

"Let the whole world know that their Queen is mine." "Please, could you save your hormones and pheromones for tonight? The sweetness level is making me want to drink sulfuric acid." That incredibly familiar sarcastic voice made both Alaric and me turn at the same time. Dorian stood in the balcony doorway. He wasn't wearing ceremonial clothing or a formal council robe. The alchemist wore his trademark gray robe, patched in several places, with a large leather bag slung over his shoulder and a belt lined with potion bottles that clinked softly as he moved.