Nun Robe Novels & Stories

” It was at that moment that someone sharply called my attention. And I looked at Nora, who held two thick robes in her hands. “Are you ready?” She asked. The sound of the microphone booming across arena grounds. I turned to face her. “I was thinking you would like the purple robe better” She said with a half-smile. And I arched my brows. “You know, for when the battle is over and you shift. I would be right there for something you could change into” She added. I looked at Denver who shrugged his shoulders. “She’s right” He added. They both had that much faith in me, even when I did not.

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.

she replied. Her hands paused for a moment before she added softly, “Remember what I said. It is only ceremony. Just stand beside him. Do the ritual. Smile if you can.” I looked at my reflection in the mirror. “Smile,” I repeated. It sounded strange. Paula finished with my hair and moved to the robes. When she lifted them, I finally saw them properly. They were heavy and layered with dark embroidery that looked almost black. The sleeves were long and wide, and the collar rose high around the neck.

“Hi.” “Hi,” I reply, returning his smile, my own hands deep in the pockets of the fur-trimmed robe that Kent gave me forever ago. I’m wearing the pretty moccasins he sent me too, but both are a decoy. Because underneath this robe I am wearing a v-neck romper made with completely sheer fabric. Honestly, it barely counts as clothing, the way it dips all the way down to my belly button and barely skirts my ass before dipping between my cheeks. It’s uncomfortable and cold, frankly, but damn do I look good in it.

I yawn, acting tired. Thankfully, the room is quite dark so she can’t see my coated thighs. “Morning, sweetheart,” she says as she walks in. With a closer look, I see it’s my pile of uniforms. Mother Superior had instructed me to wear ‘DECENT’ clothes in only black and grey colors, with an overall white veil, until the formal acceptance ceremony, where I would get the habit of a Novice nun. Since my formation will be for at least six months, the tailor was contacted to make half a dozen new clothes for me. Mum doesn't even trust any of my old ones.

I might take the robe, perhaps borrow it until I have time to send it back. Before I could move, I saw him dive underwater. The moment he disappeared under the surface, I turned straight to the rock. I didn't wait any longer. I grabbed the robe, discarded my shabby rags, and threw the robe across my naked body. As soon as it fell into my hands, I ran my fingers over it. It felt insanely soft. The crimson robe was as smooth as silk and as airy as cotton, and had little embroidered seams stitched over it. The cloth was slightly gleaming. What a nice robe, and it fitted me well. It was as though a gift from heaven.

“The Luna sent me.” My brow furrowed. “Sent you… for what?” She approached the bed and laid the folded fabric across it with careful hands - a fresh shift, clean and white, and beneath it, something else. A long, soft garment the colour of cream, with sleeves and a tie at the waist. “A robe,” Mira explained. “She said you should have something to wear in your room that doesn’t…” Her voice trailed off, but she didn’t need to finish. Doesn’t declare what you are. I swallowed. “That was… generous of her.”

I bow to him once again and turn to make my journey home. As I make my way through the gates of the estate, I see the servants at work in the garden pulling herbs. My mother is standing on the balcony on the second floor as she gives directions and measurements for what is needed. As I notice her attire my mind snaps to attention at her ceremonial robe. The robe she wears consist of the swirls of many shades of blue. Any movement of the fabric makes an effect of flowing water. As a healer she would only wear these robes when she was out of options for the medicines she bottled, and someone was close to death.

Naomi I was confined to my room, with Tobin and Ataz standing guard on either side of the door. Their silence was suffocating, but their disdain for wolves and rogues echoed through the stone walls, their harsh words stinging like barbed wire. I tried my best to ignore them, focusing instead on the delicate threads of the gossamer white gown they had given me to wear for the ritual. The fabric clung to my skin like a second layer, revealing every curve and dip of my body. It was almost transparent in its sheerness, but they insisted I wear it as if it held some significance. Perhaps it was meant to showcase my purity before the gods, or perhaps it was simply another form of humiliation. Eith

Each room seemed to serve a distinct purpose, and as they observed, it became clear that this space was more than just a hidden sanctuary—it was a well-organized stronghold. The most startling revelation was the presence of other nuns. These women were unlike any traditional nuns. Their attire was functional and rugged, designed for combat rather than contemplation. They wore dark, reinforced clothing that resembled tactical gear more than religious garb, and their physiques were muscular and imposing. They moved with a precision and discipline that suggested extensive training.