Matching Robes Novels & Stories

RAVEN The maids dressed me in an elaborate silk robe inspired by the court's traditional designs. It was a soft, pale pink fabric draped heavily off my shoulders, exposing my collarbones and the upper part of my back. I scoffed mentally. Show off the marks, why don't we? Not like they don't already see the claiming mark, but now we had to show them the love bites too.

I glared at him and started walking away. " Ah…Wait..." I stopped walking and turned around to stare down at him. He avoided my eyes again, " Fine...I'll talk" he mumbled. Clover got off him and smiled at me, " You're welcome" she said and skipped away. I turned my gaze back to the rogue. He scratched his his head nervously, " This is so awkward and weird" he mumbled and sighed. I took the time to look at him well. He had dark hair that looked so untidy from him running his fingers through. His eyes were a light grey and his lips were pale and thin. His nose was not so pointy and his brows were on point. He should be at least 6'0 feet.

The nervousness I once felt escaped, confidence flushing through me. As we got closer, I could clearly see Kael. He was wearing the pack's traditional black and gold robe, where the right side of the garment is folded over the left, creating a sharp V-neckline that revealed a white underlayer at the collar. The hem of the narrow-cuffed sleeves were embroidered with the pack's emblem. The robe was worn on extremely special occasions like during the celebration of the pack's anniversary or during the visitation of the Alpha King. And now he was wearing it to receive me into the pack.

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.

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

Not only that, the robe didn't completely cover the base of his neck and allowed the room for breathing. Aside from the blue color, the middle of the robe was layered by a silver strip which made the black buttons pop out. Not only that, there was a breathtaking silver embroidery over the left and right shoulders of the robe that moved down the sleeves by a slight margin. Much to Chen's relief, the pair of trousers were blue in color and not silver. Right now, Chen really felt good. He had slipped out of filthy clothes. He had his residence on wheels, a strong ox that needed much less maintenance, and finally...

The morning was there before they knew it. Chad dressed in the mercenary robes that the Guard had presented them with, a splendidly tailored outer robe of the darkest brocade. Sky’s robe was no inferior: he wore a suit of dark blue, looking just as magnificent. Compared to the farmhand he was before, he appeared to shine.

“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.

Could I bear the thought of being the one who let them down? Lost in my internal debate, I barely noticed as the palace maids dressed me. They had chosen an elegant robe for me, one that was fit for a royal occasion. It was made of the finest silk, a shimmering azure that seemed to capture the essence of the deep ocean. Intricate embroidery adorned the edges, forming delicate patterns of sea creatures and exotic flora. The robe flowed gracefully, its hem brushing the marble floor of the closet.

Prince Ron, who was sitting in Zedekiel's private library, reading a book, suddenly sneezed. The white and red Fox on his shoulder rubbed it's head against Prince Ron's cool cheek, purring softly. "Someone is definitely gossiping about me." Prince Ron mumbled. He was adorned in burgundy-hued robes intricately woven with threads of silver and mint green, creating an elegant tapestry of blossoming flowers that adorned the hem and sleeves. The colour of the robes complemented his red hair and green eyes. Ever since he realized red was the best colour for him, he had asked the Royal Couturier to make him more robes in different shades of red. He couldn't wait for his beloved to come back and see