Matching Robes Novels & Stories

The ballroom gradually returned to motion, but the whispers would take longer to fade out. "Are you alright?" Robbie asked, turning back to me. I reached up and gently placed my hand over his forehead. Warmth passed through my fingertips as I fed a little healing magic into the small cut. "I'm fine," I said, letting my eyes roam over him. He'd slicked his hair back—mostly, anyway. The stubborn red curls refused to stay flat. And he was in uniform. Not his usual t-shirt and jeans, but the ceremonial military one. Clean lines, broad shoulders, medals gleaming on the deep navy fabric.

“You don’t have to do anything tonight.” “I know I don’t have to.” I pulled the hoodie down over my head and pushed my arms through the sleeves. It was Darius’s old one, three sizes too big, faded grey, the kind of soft that only came from years of washing. I pulled the joggers up and tied the waist. “I want to.” She watched me walk to the mirror. I stood there for a second and looked at myself. Swollen cheek. Eyes still red and puffy. My hair pulled back because I hadn’t had the energy to do anything with it after the shower.

"Gideon, did you claim that you can refine a Soul Preservation Pill? Do you even think before you speak?" Gideon couldn't be bothered to explain. He simply moved on and unveiled the Johnsby royal family's offering. It was a robe. Evan explained, "Gideon, don't underestimate this white robe. It's made from a special material with exceptional defensive capabilities. It's resistant to fire and water, impervious to blades and spears, and extremely tough. "For a battle maniac like you, having a durable outfit might save you from a lot of awkward situations." "Excellent!" Gideon was quite pleased. Running his hand over the robe, he could feel a smooth, warm texture. Clearly, it had some bodily nou

Although they helped me pick out more modest jewelry that what I normally wore, I still thought that it was a bit much. “Isn’t this a bit much?” I asked curiously as I stood in front of the mirror and inspected my own reflection. The outfit that they had prepared was a pale pink robe with red flower pattern on it. It looked quite beautiful but with no gold embroidery which I guess made it seem more normal compared to what I normally wore. I had necklaces, earrings, and bangles on. The maid placed a few hair ornaments in my hair, choosing the smallest ones. I guess overall it was ok.

" 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

He asked and ruffled his hair, making the water from it touch my face. “What do you want?” “Robe to cover my nakedness, unless you want me to sleep naked next to you… You might not like the consequences of that.” He said indifferently making my cheeks flush. I walked into my very messy closet, few dresses were on the floor which I was too lazy to clean up. I had three colors of my hello kitty robes, the bubble gum pink, the peach and then the black one which I never wore. I picked the black robe and went back into the room, Cassius was still standing by the bathroom door, observing my room while waiting for me.

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

marveled Zaire. I gave the robes in each of my hands to my husbands. "I didn't make these robes, Zair. I simply stored them by utilizing the space available due to the laws of magic." "Then I have added body shape adjustment magic to each of the robes. When you put them on, they will automatically adjust to your body size," I explained. "Great! These robes do what you described," marveled Zaire once again. It seemed like Zaire was the most curious about magic compared to Zephyr and Zacharias.

A knock came on his door and, already expecting Edward, his best man’s arrival, he beckoned to him. “Come in.” the door opened and someone stepped inside, but from the sound of their footsteps, Xavier knew it wasn’t Edward. He immediately turned around and saw Robb, looking ready in a three pieces robe made with royal blue velvet. His grey hair look shorter than the last time he saw him and his beard looked almost like that of Xavier’s. The alpha of alphas looked great, but Xavier wondered why he came.

Each step he took, a piece of disguise fell off, revealing majestic shoulders and a handsome face that is so similar to Ma’oz’s. Water gushed out from every pore of his body, spiralling around him anti-clockwise. When it dissipated into the air, his tattered clothes were no more. Dressed in a navy-blue robe that reached his ankles, gold threads braided the edges of his neck, wrists, and hem. Wrapped around his waist, a matching gold belt held a plain Akinaka.