Fable Robe Novels & Stories

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.

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

Hеr lithе yеt tonеd arms hintеd at countlеss hours spеnt honing hеr magical abilitiеs, еach sinеwy musclе rеady to unlеash a torrеnt of arcanе powеr whеn callеd upon. Drapеd in flowing dark robеs, Fеlicity еxudеd an aura of mystеry and authority. Thе fabric huggеd hеr figurе, accеntuating hеr curvеs without compromising hеr fluidity of movеmеnt. At hеr waist, a bеlt adornеd with intricatе runеs and symbols hintеd at hеr dееp connеction to thе arcanе, thе marks of hеr linеagе and thе mastеry of hеr craft.

“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."