Fable Robe Novels & Stories

for next Sunday's reading. After deciding on his reading schedule, Aelfric made his way back to the Stitchery to fetch his new clothing. His trousers and tunics were plain and smart, but his robe was special. All healers wore burlap cloaks lined with animal skins, furs, or wool. His Burlap had been died Darkest blue, and inside the hood was lined with soft lambskin. The lining of the cloak itself was warm and light, offering protection from the wind and cold. Mr. Bastet told him it had been enchanted by a witch to keep one comfortable in any weather. Aelfric was amazed at being able to afford such a luxurious item, but Mr. Bastet assured him it would come in very handy for a healer, who may

“I am just a village girl, I have no understanding of magic, why would you ask me?” He looked at me from the corner of his eye. “Was one answer the answer, or both?” he asked. “Both of us,” I decided. “Why would people seek entry to this place, if not for freedom or power?” He frowned but redirected his attention to the stair and our gradual climb. At the top, a robed figure waited us. The midnight blue fabric of the robes was embroidered around the sleeves, down the front closure, and around the hood that was pulled up casting the person’s face into such shadow I could only pick out a strong nose and stubble ringing a full lipped mouth. The robes reminded me of Rivyn’s cloak, except not so

“They’re waiting in the Great Hall. You….. you should wear this.” She held out a garment I had never seen before: silver fabric woven through with threads that caught the light like frost. The Luna’s robe. The one worn only by those who had balanced blood and moon, leader and goddess. I almost laughed. “That’s not for me.” “It is now,” she said gently. The robe felt heavy as she fastened it across my shoulders. It didn’t belong to me, not yet, but the weight of it made my spine straighten. When we stepped into the corridor, silence followed.

He reported. I looked at the time and didn’t know that it was already late in the afternoon. Time flies when you are focused on working. I slumped my back to my chair and pinched the bridge of my nose. I rested for a while and then started to change. I was surprised to see what clothes Tia provided me. It was a formal suit with a robe that is colored red and embroidered with gold. It was long enough to call it a gown. It has a rope in the chest part to connect both sides to keep it from falling. I am truly amazed at the design of the robe, you can feel by seeing that it is for royals.

The robe would have been perfect—understated yet exquisite, exactly the sort of thing Alexander would appreciate. "Surely you could make an exception for the Beta's daughter?" Mother pressed. "I sincerely apologize," the manager replied firmly. "The client specifically requested it be held until collection." After trying several more options, I settled on a dazzling white ceremonial robe with protective runes. It wasn't subtle, but it would certainly draw attention. "White is traditionally worn by newly marked mates," the manager cautioned gently. "Perfect," I smiled, examining my reflection. "Let them think what they will."

Stone said. Sabine smiles and kisses Stone’s cheek “ I’ll make you proud of me. I promise.” “ I’m always proud of you. No matter what happens. Since you are wearing your robe, I’m guessing you have your costume on. So let’s get this show on the road.” Stone said. I was caught up in the way Stone was acting. I didn't notice Sabine wearing a mint green robe that goes all the way to the floor. I’m about to say something when I hear “ I am here my darlings.” I turn my head and see a short, thin man about five foot seven walking down the ramp. But that wasn’t what grabbed my attention. Well not the only thing. The man was wearing bright pink pants and a white tee-shirt with ‘Fabulous’ written acr

He raised an eyebrow, clearly interested in my response, but still stepped back and made a polite gesture. I went downstairs and walked up to the iron gate. The moment Mona saw me, she lunged forward, only to be stopped by the guards. She glared at me viciously. "Laura! Give the money back right now! Are you trying to push us to our deaths?" I chuckled softly. "Give the money back? That was Jonah's living allowance for me. Did you ask me before you transferred it?" Mona's face stiffened, then she shouted shamelessly, "I'm your sister! What's wrong with using a bit of your money? You marry rich, and suddenly, you forget about us?"

She was the strongest witch of her time, and somehow, she succeeded in producing some magical things, including this robe. Why was this robe important? Because it can hide me. Yes, this robe makes the wearer invisible. After putting on the robe, I walked out of the room and slowly walked towards the place that I used to teleport myself to anywhere. I can’t just walk out of this place. We all teleport to the other places outside instead of walking out. Two witches of my team walked towards me in the corridor, engrossed in their conversation with a serious look. “Alpha Xander is really this capable?” I stopped and furrowed my brows when I heard one of them asking in disbelief.

He then grabbed a gown which I had no clue was even there and passes it to me without turning around. "Wear it so long while I run the water." He said. I looked at him confused. So why could I really not just be in my underwear at least. Because you can't wear artificial clothes like that. Your robe is completely made from silk which is natural. So, for now, just listen to my instructions. Now he was in my head. He began to open the taps and then turned to look at me. He smirked quickly and then pulled his shirt over his upper body and threw it out the door.

She'd been able to punch down his walls, and she knew he wouldn't back away now. He weighed the consequences of his next move and ordered. "Take off your robe." Her pussy clenched at his command. His eyes were impatient as they rested on her, watching her trembling hands slowly undo the belt around her robe. "Stunning." He muttered when she slid the robe off her body, his eyes following the movement as it landed on the floor. They stayed on the robe for a while- it was one of the gifts Maribel gave her when she came to Velmark. As she looked at it lying poorly on the tiles, it felt as though it carried her presence, and for a brief moment, she wallowed in guilt.