Matching Robes Novels & Stories

Eva grabbed one, along with a few different kinds, and paid for them through her DI. “Are you not interested in the robes?” asked Miko. “There are many you might enjoy.” “Nah, I’ll stick to black,” said Eva. “Not like I wear much besides my armor anyway. The robe’s just there to cover that up.” “How boring! At least change things up for your fans. If you don’t, they will complain.”

She has no taste, and I have more than enough for the two of us. I stretch my arms out to the side to admire the bubble gum pink fabric of my new robe, which drapes heavily before tapering at my wrists, lined with pearl beads. The fabric is silken and impossibly light, but the length is what really gets me going. When I mentioned I longed for something to wear around the house that wafted over the tiles and made me look like I was some kind of apparition floating this way and that, Louisa delivered without a second thought. The robe has feathers along the hem. It’s truly a dream come true, especially when paired with the matching chemise.

Across the deck, under a rustic awning of white fabric on tall wooden supports, all decked with blue, red and white flowers, the red party waited: Jim Robinson right under the awning, with his brother and Liam McDonnell, No Return’s other guitarist, to his right. They wore Renaissance white shirts with long bag sleeves and laces sprouting from cuffs and collars. Black leather vests, down to their thighs, and broad red sashes hanging from their left shoulder across their chest, black trousers and high leather boots. Long red cloaks covered their right shoulder, falling all the way to brush the top of their boots. Liam McDonnell held a vertical red banner trimmed in gold, with a big golden su

I start to pick at the fruit and oats he brought me. As I eat, I look down at the robes. Of the many times I have worn their silky material today the feel heavy and suffocating. Briefly the white seems almost fluorescent. At the end of my sleeves there is a pattern of gold thread that matches the base of the robe that touches the floor. Over my heart the gold thread has been woven into our family crest. I take a heavy sigh at what they symbolize today.

He doesn't see that we're severely outnumbered. Slowly I move my hand over my pocket, where I can feel the handle of the dagger, I curve my fingers over it and ready myself. Nareena steps forwards, the males flank her sides. It's clear she's their newly appointed leader. That's the thing about rogues, they don't care if you're male or female, they just need someone as corrupt as them to lead them down the winding path of destruction. Out the corner of my eye, I see two wolves emerge from either side of me. They have me surrounded and I'm sorely outvoted. The wolves step closer, exposing their canines.

-Karen- I picked up the next parcel and opened it even more eagerly. The dark gray robes were just as pretty as the violet robes. There were variations of purple, black and silver in the fabric but there was a touch of lace on the cuffs and the collar. “Oh! It has lace like the under dress!! It looks so regal Conor!” I was thoroughly impressed with the robes. These are so pretty too! Lacey and powerful looking! “I wanted them to be similar but also unique. Let’s take this one off of you for now because I want to see how the black set fit.” Conor instructed as Joanne came over and carefully folded the gray robes. Conor helped me out of the purple robes and then handed them to her.

With renewed determination, Ashier got up from his bed and prepare for the pack meeting, determined to figure out the identity of his mate and the reason for her danger. Ashier walked towards his wardrobe and opened the doors, revealing an array of fine clothing. He took out his royal robes. The robes were a deep shade of maroon, trimmed with gold embroidery that depicted the symbol of his pack. The robes were made of the finest silk, which felt soft and smooth against his skin. The robe was long and flowed elegantly as he walked. The robe was also embellished with intricate beading around the edges, giving it a regal appearance.

Today Yibel looked particularly smart in a brand new ceremonial robe. Apprentice magicians all wear brown robes, and the mages' ceremonial robes are blue, symbolising pure magical energy. Below the fourth rank, only the cuffs are patterned; the fifth to ninth ranks have patterns on the garments, and the tenth to fourteenth ranks have embedded magical patterns. From the fifteenth rank, they can wear whatever style they like, and no one can control the Masters.

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.

I carried on with my project, determined to do away with every distraction. I carefully cut and pieced the fabric, ensuring a flowing, relaxed fit that drapes gracefully on my body. I ensured the robes featured a loose, draped design with a subtle hi-lo hem, creating a sense of movement and fluidity, like the moon's gentle orbit. “What's up with me and the moon,” I thought to myself. My robe was ready and good to go, but I still had to put some finishing touches to it. I added a delicate, beaded crescent moon symbol on the left shoulder, serving as a beautiful focal point.