Fable Robe Novels & Stories

He stepped into his private chamber, where a team of pack members, chosen for their trusted abilities, stood ready to assist him. The clothes chosen for Rowland were a symbol of his status as the Alpha, yet also reflected the festive and joyous atmosphere of the occasion. A traditional ceremonial robe, adorned with intricate patterns and colors representing the pack's history and traditions, lay neatly on a nearby table. Rowland allowed himself a moment to appreciate the craftsmanship and the significance of the garment before he began to dress. With the help of his entourage, he donned the robe, its rich fabric draping elegantly around him. It was a reminder of the responsibility he carried

The room seemed to come alive, each element meticulously chosen to create an atmosphere of grandeur and majesty. Caleb, dressed in his royal attire, exuded a commanding presence. His regal robes were a tapestry of deep blues and rich purples, adorned with intricate embroidery and shimmering gemstones that caught the light. His broad shoulders and confident posture showcased his strength and authority, while his kind eyes and warm smile revealed his compassionate nature.

No wonder Morgan was so obsessed with joining the council that he even threatened both Kamila and me. Soon, I will be formally welcomed into this elite group during their annual ceremony for new members. And for that, I’m here with Juliet, tapping into her surprising talent for tailoring. The robe was designed for a wolf, so it needs adjustments to fit me. I gaze at my reflection in the full-length mirror, taking in the robe that drapes elegantly over my form. All I can do is smile at the person looking back at me. "How does it look?" she asks, with all pins out of her mouth.

The king stood up to his height and I followed to stand as both men walked towards us, carrying heavy royal robes which were black in colour, the edges trimmed with black and white fur. They were stunning and as mine was thrown over my shoulders, I thought I would collapse. I would have if I had worn the heels. The royal robe was so heavy, just bringing me down but I held up. My smile grew wider. I was a queen. I was a queen. I was a fucking queen!

"Finally, Damontry, the son of the king, you should never arouse suspicion near him; just act your nature; he can smell deception from a thousand kilometres away, so you must be very careful when dealing with him; he is hot-tempered. Don't lose your temper when talking to him. Talk to him, and good luck.He finished his sentence with a smile and raised his thumb, a good sign, as if what he had said was something very natural: a vampire or even a hybrid wanted for extermination goes to a mansion full of werewolves ready to tear her to pieces before she blinks an eye. Spencer, you're lucky to have calmed your nerves. Damontry is just so calm, while inside she's sure she's terrified as hell. "By

I walked towards him as he is seated majestically on his golden throne with his wizard Harrod standing next to him. Harrod makes all kinds of medicines and black magic for father. "Father, you sent for me." I say with a small bow. "Yes." He replies. "What is it father?." I asked politely. He faced Harrod and gestures at him to speak up. Harrod turned to me and bowed. " My prince, i'm afraid there's no cure for the king's deformed hand in this kingdom." He says. I glanced at father's left deformed arm and sighed. He always uses a golden glove to hide it.

Because I'm rushing my way to the Starlight studio, I just left that box on my bed. Around three o'clock in the afternoon when I went back home. Since I still have time to prepare, I took a nap first just to have enough rest. It's quarter to five when I woke up. I took a shower right away to get ready and I came out of the bathroom wearing a white robe. I sat down in front of the mirror and blow-dried my hair. I also applied a makeup on my face and even fixed my hair. After that, I went to my bed and started opening the box. With the ribbon that was tied around, I removed it and my eyes widened upon seeing what's inside it. It's a beaded long appliqued tulle lace navy blue mermaid gown.

His long hair was braided, and he wore not only a cloak identical to that of Rhobart—mottled grey, green and brown but also his tunic and trousers had the same colors, making him hard to be seen in the forest. “Who are you, female?” he asked. Rhobart took out his sword and put the tip against the Elf’s neck. “Put the bow down, or else I will remove your head!” Rhobart growled. But the Elf’s eyes were still fixed on Ayla, and he did not appear to have heard Rhobart. Rhobart nicked his skin, a few drops of blood ran down his neck.

I squeezed her hand, and she nodded. "Now, get some rest. I will see you tomorrow around noon. Don't wake me up early," I winked, and she almost ran away from the wardrobe room as if she was holding fire ants inside her panties. I took my bath and decided to wear a silver robe. The robe was beautiful—shimmery silver fabric with soft filigree engravings around the neck and hem. I stood in front of the full-length mirror and admired the way the robe made my body look sexy and inviting.

Because apparently Conrad Gabriel had refused. "Noah. It's the tenth tee of the same color family. Step out of blacks and browns please. My eyes hurt seeing you in these colors. Buy the maroon one. The blue one. And off white. I will buy you a hundred but not in black pleaseee". Conrad Gabriel facepalmed. He was sick of those same colored tees. But Noah. He loved the black family to the core. So here he was sulking, stomping his feet while Conrad Gabriel was frustrated.