Fable Robe Novels & Stories

Am I the only one that thinks choosing an outfit is stressful maybe it’s because I don’t have many clothes and almost all my clothes or should I say all my clothes aren’t up to Rayan’s family standard? I really care about what I wear but when I told Amal about it, she got into my head, as usual, she said and I quote, "It’s a big day for you Afraah, just as much as it’s a big day for Rayan’s uncle, you have to look your best." But to be honest, I don’t understand what she meant by that. It took me almost thirty minutes to select an outfit and all I got is a black abaya which I owned since high school, I’m not even sure if it still fits me. I held the cloth, sizing it on my body, it looks a bi

The two would be married soon she hoped. She finished her grapes and got out of the tub and let the water run out. She dried herself, applied body cream onto her body and blow dries her hair. She went into the closet and picked white jean trousers, a white t-shirt and a red robe to cover herself with. She couldn’t wear anything without a robe on top. The robes represented her status as a seer though most people couldn’t grasp that concept. She didn’t want to tie up her hair so she put some hairpins so that her hair won’t fall on her face.

Pack members of all ages mingled and laughed, their faces aglow with joy. Amidst the festivities, Alpha Noah stood tall, resplendent in a golden robe that shimmered like the sun. The intricate embroidery and delicate threads seemed to weave a tale of their own, telling the story of a leader worthy of admiration. The robe was a masterpiece, far surpassing the one he wore on their first meeting. Noah's chiseled features and piercing eyes added to his already impressive presence, making him look every bit the powerful Alpha he was. As he mingled with the other royalties, his charm and charisma were on full display. His warm smile and firm handshake put even the most dignified guests at ease.

A knock came on his door and, already expecting Edward, his best man’s arrival, he beckoned to him. “Come in.” the door opened and someone stepped inside, but from the sound of their footsteps, Xavier knew it wasn’t Edward. He immediately turned around and saw Robb, looking ready in a three pieces robe made with royal blue velvet. His grey hair look shorter than the last time he saw him and his beard looked almost like that of Xavier’s. The alpha of alphas looked great, but Xavier wondered why he came.

One second I was enjoying the warm bath, the next I was yelping like a cartoon character tossed into an ice bucket. The problem? I was feeling so cold after the forced cold bath and there was no towel in sight. No robe in sight. Correction: One robe. Thick. Black. Gold embroidery on the chest. Bells. I groaned. Wearing his robe felt like committing a crime. Like borrowing the crown jewels to mop up spilled tea. But it was cold and I was damp and this wasn’t a fairy tale. So I threw it on. After being covered, I remembered I needed a cup of hot tea.

Mía told her goggle homes decide to turn on her lights and start her wifi coffee maker. Goggle said it was time for her to get up and stretch. She got up to do some light yoga and admired the woman she saw in her bathroom mirror. She could never quite adjust to the thought that this was her now, her long dark brown hair that dropped to her waist in waves of carefully highlight and lowlights of lighter brown throughout. Sometimes she would touch her face to make sure she was really the person in the mirror.

I couldn't help but smile as I moved ahead in line. Soon, I collected my uniform. The uniform was neatly folded and tied with a dark velvet ribbon. As I untied it and lifted the fabric, I felt a mix of awe and curiosity. The outer robe was a deep, earthy brown—plain yet dignified—signifying that we were new initiates, still unranked in the academy's hierarchy. The material was thick but soft, perfect for the colder weather in the highlands.

“The Luna sent me.” My brow furrowed. “Sent you… for what?” She approached the bed and laid the folded fabric across it with careful hands - a fresh shift, clean and white, and beneath it, something else. A long, soft garment the colour of cream, with sleeves and a tie at the waist. “A robe,” Mira explained. “She said you should have something to wear in your room that doesn’t…” Her voice trailed off, but she didn’t need to finish. Doesn’t declare what you are. I swallowed. “That was… generous of her.”

“I don't want to eat .. Let's just go to the seamstresses to request robes and see if there are any works for us to buy.” We enter a shop and it is just quiet. Looks like no one has noticed Logan yet. I walked over to the robe works and there was a blue robe that grabbed my attention. It also has a dragon robe match partner. They seem to have been made for a king and queen. When I looked at Logan he was also staring at that thing. Without hesitation I took those and then brought them to the man who had observed us earlier. "I would like to take these two robes." Theo was holding my waist as we looked at the man. But I noticed that the man's face changed quickly.

They went back to Gilead and lodged in an inn. Early in the morning, they prepared to go back to the woods searching for the weapon ledger transaction. “You might need this to transform into your wolf. Wear this to avoid your cloth shredding to pieces in case there is an emergency.” Demetrius stared at the big-size robe Seneca gave him. “I will pass,” he tried to refuse, but he insisted he wears the robe. He laughed at his looks in the cloth.