Fable Robe Novels & Stories

"The council of elders has requested that you choose an outfit for the feast." I grinned, stepping forward to inspect the clothing. "Let's see what you've brought me," I said, my hands caressing the fabrics. I ran my fingers over each piece, feeling the smooth silk of one, the soft wool of another. But it was a robe of dark green velvet that caught my eye, the material rich and regal. "This one," I said, lifting the robe from the hanger. "It's perfect for the occasion." The attendant's eyes shone with pride. "A wise choice, Alpha," she said, her hands gentle as she helped me into the robe.

He gestured and I quickly turned to the wind-down window. “You got to be kidding me!” The palace female Omegas had just rolled out a red carpet, graced with rose petals. At the end of it, two others held an elegant 'robe', which had embroideries at its front, so skillfully made. I knew that robe although this one's a lot sophisticated and made for royalty, I do know it. Everyone from this pack would identify this robe with just a glance. “That's a fucking wedding robe!” I lamented. This shit is real. I'm getting married.

he snickered. I shot him a warning glance, though I couldn’t stop the small laugh that escaped. “Just find the robes, Lucas.” We moved deeper into the boutique, sifting through racks filled with ceremonial robes. The fabrics shimmered faintly from the pack magic imbued in their threads. Each garment felt like it carried its own legacy, as if it had been woven with purpose. One robe, in particular, caught my eye—a gleaming white garment adorned with intricate moon-blessed silver threading. I reached out to touch it, warmth instantly blooming against my fingertips.

Previously, at the Martial Arts Tournament of the Eight Major Royal Families, he had been gifted the Celestial Robe by the Foxhall royal family, known for its strong defensive properties. But compared to this new ceremonial robe, the Celestial Robe was nothing. This was true royal craftsmanship, backed by generations of accumulated power. The defense woven into the garment was astonishing. Gideon could feel it. The robe wouldn't easily tear or fail him, even in the heat of battle. No need to worry about embarrassing himself during a serious fight anymore. "Marshal Snow, you're so charming!" The handmaidens giggled, their faces flushed as they stole shy glances at him.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE “Can I put it on now? Jimmy said. The Tailor nodded. Jimmy removed his clothes and the Tailor placed the robe around his shoulders. It didn’t feel like anything he’d ever worn before. The robe wasn’t heavy as such, it just had the grave weight of a terrible tale about tragic events. It didn’t feel like fabric against his skin, it had the substance of stories, as though there was now a barrier of fiction standing between him and the world and Jimmy could rewrite himself endlessly, changing the way he was perceived and how he interacted with everything around him.

After saying that, she waved her hand, "Bring the robe I prepared." Before everyone's eyes, she draped the robe over Emma. The robe was light and warm, made of pale pink silk, embroidered single plum blossoms in gold thread, and black thread coloring cloud patterns. It was lined with white chinchilla fur, making it look very cozy. Emma gently touched it and found that it was old clothes inside, clearly indicating that Luna Sandra wanted to raise her profile in front of everyone, especially exchanging old dresses for the favor of someone. She smiled and said, "Thank you, Mother."

It was Cealy who entered. He saw that she was carrying five bundles of what seems to be made of the same fragile cloth Aefstine had received his robe in as a gift on the first night. He walked up to them and before she could say anything, pawed at the cloth until they all but dissolved in his hands and yes, five new robes going from red, blue, green, white and lavender. All beautiful and long robes. Maudians must not have been accustomed to robes because, much like the first one, they all had laces in the back where they could be untied.

The outer fabric was a flowing material made of red feathers sewn together into a cloak. The owl glided through the chamber with the robe in her claws. The longer feathers that made up the hem flirted with the wind like the tail of a phoenix. Vasilisa turned to her pet and held her arms out. Owlyn dropped the robe for her and it fell elegantly, covering the sorceress's nakedness. "What a delight to have it back," the sorceress breathed in contentment. It was the most beautiful robe Cassandra'd ever seen. The sleeves were wide like the wings of a swan. Cassandra looked at the robe and its wearer in awe. She was sure that the sorceress's cloak was also magical.

“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.

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.