Fable Robe Novels & Stories

When the Nebos finished, the silks formed into a floor-length robe and a loose pair of pants hanging on his hips. Today's clothing color was green and red like Christmas decor. It had taken Murry hours to teach the Nebos how to make pants and a robe. He couldn't get a shirt. He shrugged at the covering. It was enough not to feel so exposed all the time. Caring about what color they choose was beyond what he was willing to put in the time.

Hello, Future Generations. My name is Saber. I’m the current Queen-to-be of the Fox Skulk (Foxes have Skulks like wolves have packs). I understand if this is a new concept to you or if you think that this book you have found can’t be real. I mean, Fox Skulk? Fox Shifters? Magic? If you’re a normal human living your mundane life, I’m sorry, but I’m about to blow the lid off everything you know.

He ran a hand down the front and nodded approvingly. “This is… incredible,” he said. “Soft, warm, and it actually fits. Thank you.” Thea’s face lit up with pride. “See? I told you he’d like it, Mommy!” I couldn’t help but let out a tiny sigh of relief. I wasn’t sure why exactly, but I had been half expecting him to complain about the robe—like it wasn’t a good enough payback for the two days he had apparently spent by my bedside. But before I could respond, Thea darted to the pile of fabric scraps behind her and pulled out the other two robes we had made. One was her size, complete with pink embroidery that she had insisted on adding, and the other…

Her stepmother was more enthusiastic than the bride herself, she dressed in a peach Alexander Mac Quinn gown which barely covered her upper bosom. But unlike her, Olivia dressed in a simple carton color skirt and blouse and matched with a flowery hat and her red bottom heels. She looked quite exotic and still maintained her simplicity, unlike Maureen who looked like someone from a nightclub. Sophia's clothing needed not to be explained, because she was always as beautiful as ever with her nice curly hair graciously styled and the tendrils left to fall, her caramel skin wasn't one to be forgotten but the shame was, she couldn't stand to reveal the beauty of her wedding gown. It was such a was

That he'd actually have a normal job? I yawned and stretched my body. I slowly removed the ribbon of the robe I was temporarily wearing, and there my all-black nightgown was revealed. After breathing, I also put the black robe back on and tied the ribbon again. It's ugly if I wear other colors because it won't match the motif of the entire mansion anymore.

Then the gear caught his eye. A robe, folded neatly despite being submerged, its dark fabric threaded with faint silver lines that shifted subtly as he moved it, like something woven with purpose rather than decoration. It didn’t look protective, didn’t carry the weight of armour, but there was something about it that made it clear it wasn’t basic. Riley turned it slightly in his hands, enough for the details to settle. Rare. Magic-aligned. Not for him. That much was obvious immediately. Still, it wasn’t wasted.

Shabat gently towels off my body while Iamem fetches the dress—deep red like blood, long, with a plunging neckline and a high slit that reaches my thigh. I slip into it carefully. Then they brush my hair, weaving in golden ornaments that form a sort of crown. I catch my reflection in the water and see how beautiful I look. “Would you like a mirror, my lady?” Shabat asks. “What?” “A mirror. They’re more of a human thing—they love seeing themselves—but some fae have them too. If you’d like one, I can get it for you,” she says with a smile. “I’d be so grateful,” I reply, and she dissolves into smoke, vanishing right in front of me.

A couple of minutes later, the door cracked open. She stood there in a soft blue robe covered in tiny cartoon teddy bears. It was ridiculous. It was adorable. And somehow, on her, it was the sexiest thing I had seen all night because it was so uniquely her. Innocent and playful on the outside, while underneath burned a woman capable of having toe curling wet dreams about me. I couldn’t help the low chuckle that escaped me. “You have some… interesting choices in clothes.” Sable’s cheeks turned a delightful shade of pink. “Yeah, it’s comfortable,” she mumbled defensively. “I was trying to sleep. Is there something you need?”

The other immediately nodded before politely leading the way to the main hall. And they merely left for a minute when a figure clad in light blue robes and black inner robes embroidered with golden snowflakes descended from the stairs followed by a man wearing a full leather armor draped with the same light blue robes similar to the color of the frozen river around the Fressia Kingdom.

she curiously asks and judging by her reaction, she was disgusted by the look of the robe. "These cloaks were made out of the skin of a shape-shifter. It will hide any creature with supernatural power," I said to her. "In the eyes of the angels and demons, we are just ordinary humans with no sense of fashion," I jokingly added. "Why do we need to wear those if we are just going to teleport?" she inquisitively inquires.