Matching Robes Novels & Stories

“However, you have never joined the pack for training. I feel that it is my duty as a warrior to make sure that the Luna of our pack is able to protect us.” “I can respect that,” I reply as we enter the cage. “Don’t go easy on me. Show me why you are the best female warrior.” Kira nods in response and walks to the opposite corner of the cage where a man is waiting for her. I untie the belt around my waist and turn to face Tyler. He gently grasps the shoulders of my robe, holding it still so I can slip my arms out of the sleeves. Werewolves are a bit more conscientious of nudity than you may think. We wear the robes because we believe that our bodies are for our mates. We don’t normally allow

I can’t keep wearing those oversized clothes that belong to them—not that I mind, but I want tonight to be different. I slip into the robe. It is much shorter than I expected, and it ends mid-thigh, but that’s just perfect. I tie the strings into a neat bow and adjust the top a bit to show a bit of my cleavage. I cup my boobs and smile at the outcome. Perfect!

They claim I can’t get pregnant if they have sex but I’m not taking the risk. “Ready?” Austra smiles at me. I absentmindedly stoke the heavy red velvet robe that she hangs over my shoulders. The trim is made of the fur of rabbits that Gunther and Aminta hunted together. The chain which prevents my robe from falling off of my shoulders is fastened to the robe with two dragon scales. Showing my royal dragon lineage of reminding every queen after me that we have ties to the dragons. My gown is a floor length tight deep navy blue satin with a black lace overlay. The split is thigh high and the neckline shows a generous amount of cleavage. Zared is wearing a suit with a tailcoat in the same navy

“Why on earth would you go to such lengths to find me, and pay so much for my services if you thought I didn’t?” “Right, no, sorry, I wasn’t trying to be rude. It’s just all a bit much to take in, you know?” Jimmy pointed to the covered dummy. “Is that . . . my God, did you really . . . have you made a suit out of the footage I brought you? For real?” “No, I haven’t made a suit, I’ve made a robe. The garment must suit the material from which it’s fashioned. A robe is more fitting to its ancient origins.”

I asked, still laughing. He looked down at his outfit, an expression of mock offense crossing his face. “Hey, now, I happen to like this robe,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Yours is over there, you will have to put it on too,” he added, a hint of mischief in his voice. I stopped laughing, my smile disappearing as I realized I will also have to put it on. I slowly picked up the robe, turning it over in my hands. It was made of the scratchiest fabric I had ever felt, and the colors were even worse up close.

There was a great degree of differences in facial spines and tail length as well, ranging from none to short to long. They found that the female Drogar tended to be taller and slimmer than the males, and had little to no spines in comparison. The males tended to be shorter, stockier, and have longer spines. Gender didn’t seem to matter in terms of tail length. For the most part, they wore plain and subdued robes with moderate accoutrements and accessories. They found that the most common style seemed to be a granite-colored roughly-woven robe with clean, simple stitching. Hung around their necks and waists were natural cords of leather and string with bits of stone or metal attached.

When the Nebos finished, the silks formed into a floor-length robe and a loose pair of pants hanging on his hips. Today's clothing color was green and red like Christmas decor. It had taken Murry hours to teach the Nebos how to make pants and a robe. He couldn't get a shirt. He shrugged at the covering. It was enough not to feel so exposed all the time. Caring about what color they choose was beyond what he was willing to put in the time.

"Take her." They moved forward, but Zane stepped in front of me. "Try it." "You can't fight us all, Darius." "Want to bet?" A howl echoed through the forest. Then another. And another. Rogues emerged from the shadows. Dozens of them, surrounding the pack wolves. "You brought an army?" Alpha Thorne snarled. "I brought family." Zane smiled, all teeth. "The rogues you've been hunting? They're mine. Every last one."

So doing what he wanted and when he wanted it was the best way to avoid getting hurt and surviving until whenever this would be over. I was suddenly pulled out of my thoughts just as the curtains flipped open from behind me. Then I turned around to see it was Mr Rover, and I couldn't help but let my eyes roam over his new look. He was dressed in a white tuxedo that looked like it was perfectly tailored for him, and he had his hair all swept to the back. He looked so alluring that for a moment, I forgot he was holding me hostage and I found my heart racing faster the closer he walked toward me.

Wendy moved to the wardrobe in the corner, carefully removing a garment wrapped in protective cloth. My pulse quickened as she unwrapped the traditional pack robes, the fabric shimmering in the soft lamplight. The white material seemed to glow with an inner light, almost luminescent, like the moon itself. Delicate embroidery adorned the edges—blue moons and stars, the symbols of Moonglow Pack, stitched with painstaking care. I stood on shaky legs, allowing my nightgown to slip to the floor and revealing the effort Wendy had put in earlier to adorn my bare body. With Bella and Wendy’s help, I stepped into the robes, careful not to disturb Wendy’s hard work. Wendy fastened the closures.