Fable Robe Novels & Stories

" Boom! Caleb's combat aura flared with a black flash, while an imperial robe appeared behind him. It was adorned with black pearls, each containing a pocket dimension! The robe itself was embroidered with nine black dragons, each appearing menacing but also flailing around as if the robe kept them sealed. And with the robe's appearance, a terrible aura was crashing toward all directions. Soless was stunned to see that. "Is there a mistake here? I'm telling you to master the World End Slash, but you're cultivating your combat mind instead? Even my imperial mind? And what does the Black Emperor Robe mean?" Soless froze—wasn't Caleb way too much of a monster?! Perfecting the World End Slash an

The nails were swirls of pink and blue and sparkles, my attention drawn to them almost immediately. “What's true?” I asked obliviously, eyes drawn to her hands, clicking gently away at the leather on her purse. “C'mon Fabri,” She said, frustration etched on her face. “You are in a robe for fuck sake. You're never in a robe!” She looked like she'd been stabbed in the worst way by the singular action, pain evident on her face. “Oh,” I looked down at myself, realization hitting. It took me by surprise, finding a heavy, silky material in place of the smooth fabric of my suit.

it's basically a carbon copy of his own — super luxurious. I stand back, curious about what Andrei's searching for. My nerves are still on edge, which is… ridiculous. “Guess, I'll coax them out of you. Every last one.” My curiosity spikes, “How?” “All in good time. Shall we get you into something a bit more… refined?” The robe he hands me is a stunner — bold red, V-neck, and flowing long sleeves, all accented perfectly with a satin sash and fur trim. Soon as Andrei makes his exit, granting me some much-needed solo time, I slip into the robe. And, honey, I've got to say. Not bad, not bad at all. Then I grab a brush and start brushing my hair because even queens have bad hair days.

he assured me, leaning down to kiss me on the top of my head. My mind was whirling with several thoughts, and being unable to bear his burden worried me. I was extremely worried; I was too naive to believe they wouldn’t have the audacity to do anything after we married. After making sure my hair was secure in a nice bun, Ronan pulled me up and wrapped a loose but luxurious robe around me. Since we would be shifting soon, there was no need to dress elaborately. Moreover, the robe was made from the fur of our ancestors and was regarded as precious.

I reply, gingerly climbing out of his arms, cautious about how my swollen pole moves, so as not to stab him with it. I kindly ask Elmira to return my robe for my trip back home and she hands it over with a soft smile before melding back into her tree. The silken robe encrusted with gems and embroidery is a customary item for a prince, and is nearly all I wear other than the gowns for more formal gatherings. My parents informed me that in other realms beings hide their bodies more, perhaps that is why Miguel looks surprised that the robe billows opened as I move exposing my naked form and never truly covers my hard appendage, that seems not to want to deflate. I guide my mate and his companio

“Now for the ceremonial robes. These will mark you, Luna. Wear them with strength and purpose.” I followed her silently, feeling both weightless and heavy at once, a strange fire coiling in my chest. My hands were clammy, but I didn’t dare pull them away; I trusted them, though I still wasn’t sure I trusted myself. They dressed me in the Velkorin robes… soft, flowing fabric of deep crimson trimmed with gold. The material brushed my skin, clinging in some places, falling loose in others, and it carried an intoxicating scent of incense and iron. Every fold, every stitch, seemed designed to honor the power.

The robes are made of a soft, lightweight material that allows the skin to breathe and remain cool, even in warm temperatures. The physician's robe is slightly more elaborate, with intricate gold embroidery running along the hemline and sleeves. The embroidery depicts symbols of healing and protection, representing the physician's expertise and dedication to his craft. His robe is also adorned with a thick, gold belt that cinches at the waist, giving him a more formal and authoritative appearance.

When he lifted the lid, even Aaron stopped breathing for a moment. Inside lay a robe so pristine it glowed, white as fresh snow beneath the stars. It shimmered faintly, not like glitter or shine, but like something alive, like it will hold light even in the dark. Gold embroidery traced across the fabric in ancient curves, looping like vines around the collar, cuffs, and hem. And it wasn’t just gold, it looked like magic. Moonlight. It's beautiful. Aaron let out a low whistle. “If I didn’t love you, I’d hate you,” he murmured, reaching out to touch the robe like it was a relic. “This looks like it was woven by angels.”

I wondered who this person could be. My eyes trailed down, taking in his attire. He was dressed in a magnificent ensemble befitting royalty. He wore a regal robe, its fabric a deep shade of crimson that draped gracefully around his frame. The robe was adorned with intricate patterns of gold thread, adding an opulent touch to his attire. It seemed to shimmer with every movement, catching the light and commanding attention.

Then, he respectfully draped the robe over Liam's shoulders. "Salute!" everyone shouted in anger. Their solemnity enveloped the surroundings and stunned everyone else. At the wave of Liam's hand, the dark green robe sliced through the air, revealing a realistic dragon that was embroidered on the robe with gold thread. It was a ferocious golden dragon in flight with its claws out. As the robe draped around Liam's body, the stars on his shoulders twinkled. Liam looked like a dragon itself as he stood there. People just could not help but resist bowing down and submitting to him.