Nun Robe Novels & Stories

Thabiti began. “I agree with her,” Nub announced as she joined us. I turned, taking a moment to study her. Her weapons were gone, probably back to its spot in her hair as a hairpin, and her white robe is surprisingly free of stains despite her bloodlust during the battle. “Hey Toke, you enjoyed the show?” she asked, smiling at me. “Well…” I shrugged.

Cassiopeia Nyx "You look beautiful, Luna" I glanced at Rori, her long hair ruffled all over face as she smiled, the warmth exuding from her fought against the chills developing in my spine. My coronation day. Luna Queen. I ran my fingers over the soft fabric of the ceremonial robe that had been prepared for me. a deep green with intricate brown stitching and embroidery, at the sleeves and bottom of the robes, there was a small forest carefully embroidered.

If something happened to him, how would she save her mother? Her eyes fluttered open to reveal a small room mostly filled with the giant featherbed that she lay on. The bed itself was unbelievably luxurious. It was out of place in such a small, plain room. Inside the room surrounding her was a group of men in black robes. The hoods of the robes were pulled over their heads. The cloth flowed down to the floor, completely obscuring their feet. They wore a sleeveless tunic over their robes that was just as black. But a large red symbol announced their allegiance across the front of the tunic.

*********** Three years after *********** I am wearing my blue robe with gold embroidery over it. I roll the sleeves back. My hair hangs loosely around my shoulders; it is shorter now since it’s harder to train with long hair. A thin golden chain hangs by my neck with a tiny crystal hanging on it.

Hannah fell in beside me, and Kieran trailed just behind, his shadow pressing like a weight I couldn’t shake. Hannah glanced at me. “Are you prepared for it?” A faint laugh slipped out of me, though it wasn’t really a laugh. “I don’t know. Not like I’ve got any choice, do I?” “I suppose not,” she replied. I looked down at the robe, tugging lightly at the sleeve. “What’s the purpose of this thing?” “That is the feeder’s ceremonial robe,” she explained. “It marks you as the vessel.” The word lodged in me like a stone. Vessel. I didn’t respond.

'That could end up with a bruise, yo. Wenren's pants became wet. A large patch of water seeped his chest and stomach. "Crap. I'm sorry." Wenren held his hand and escorted him back on land. Ritian realized that the man is carrying a piece of fabric on the other hand. The color and needle work design extremely close with Wenren's pants. "This is an outer robe. Use it during the ceremony. This cost me a fortune. Keep it and use it during a special occasion. Understood?"

“Your auction begins tonight at 8 p.m. A private car will collect you at 7:30. Wear only the white silk robe provided. No underwear. No jewelry. Hair down. Makeup minimal—natural beauty preferred.” The robe arrived that afternoon in a sleek black box tied with a blood-red ribbon. When I slipped it on, the silk was so thin it felt like a whisper against my skin. It clung to the full curves of my breasts, the hem ending just below the swell of my ass. Every movement made the fabric shift, teasing my nipples into tight peaks and brushing maddeningly against my bare pussy. I looked in the mirror and barely recognized the woman staring back—flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes wide with a mixture of

All four of them said in unison. In front of them stood a lady in her twenties. She wore a dark blue robe and on top of it was a white open robe with wide sleeves. Golden embroidery on the edges of the robe. She was tall and was wearing long black shoes which ended just below her knees. A black leather belt was around her waist, holding onto her knife. She had long light brown, straight and thick hair which was tied up in a ponytail.

A pretty Buddha nun in white appeared in the hall of the restaurant without being noticed. The nun was sixteen years old with a peerless appearance. She was delicate to the extreme. Her skin was as white as mutton-fat jade; it was also crystal clear and flawless. Her black robe set off her inviolable holiness. With a blue hat, she was holding a white jade horsetail whisk in one hand and a string of white jade Buddha beads in the other. The beads were gently being ticked off, setting out a strange voice. The nun was ticking off the Buddha beads very gently, and their collision was hardly heard, but it sounded in every one's brains. Even if people covered their ears, they still could not block

When he lifted the lid, even Aaron stopped breathing for a moment. Inside lay a robe so pristine it glowed, white as fresh snow beneath the stars. It shimmered faintly, not like glitter or shine, but like something alive, like it will hold light even in the dark. Gold embroidery traced across the fabric in ancient curves, looping like vines around the collar, cuffs, and hem. And it wasn’t just gold, it looked like magic. Moonlight. It's beautiful. Aaron let out a low whistle. “If I didn’t love you, I’d hate you,” he murmured, reaching out to touch the robe like it was a relic. “This looks like it was woven by angels.”