Nun Robe Novels & Stories

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

The nervousness I once felt escaped, confidence flushing through me. As we got closer, I could clearly see Kael. He was wearing the pack's traditional black and gold robe, where the right side of the garment is folded over the left, creating a sharp V-neckline that revealed a white underlayer at the collar. The hem of the narrow-cuffed sleeves were embroidered with the pack's emblem. The robe was worn on extremely special occasions like during the celebration of the pack's anniversary or during the visitation of the Alpha King. And now he was wearing it to receive me into the pack.

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.”

he assured me, leaning down to kiss me on the top of my head. My mind was whirling with several thoughts, and being unable to bear his burden worried me. I was extremely worried; I was too naive to believe they wouldn’t have the audacity to do anything after we married. After making sure my hair was secure in a nice bun, Ronan pulled me up and wrapped a loose but luxurious robe around me. Since we would be shifting soon, there was no need to dress elaborately. Moreover, the robe was made from the fur of our ancestors and was regarded as precious.

Manuel appeared from one of the passages on the walls. He was wearing a luxurious green battle robe that coordinated perfectly with his long brown hair. He wielded a long sword with a golden inscribed handle of the same color of the embroidery of his dress. 'Did he buy that robe only for this match? It doesn't seem like he has ever used it.' Lucinda inwardly shook her head, she couldn't really understand the mental processes of nobles. She was only wearing tight red pants, showing her curved body and covering up her bust.

She thought he could smell the sweet, pungent zing of ozone in the air. The wind buffeted them, swirling the satin-like fabric of her white robes around her legs as the first drops of rain began to pelt down on their heads. She wasn’t used to the damn robes—she much preferred trousers—but this was what the Sechuan traders had given her to wear until her “owner” chose another robe for her in the owner’s personal colors. According to what she’d been told, each class had its own color—one way to distinguish the nobles from the lower classes. The nobles wore a distinctive blue color, with the intensity of the hue increasing as the rank went progressively higher. The king and his family, for exam

“I don’t know what the Moon Goddess has planned for me, but if She brought me here, then I have to trust She won’t leave me halfway.” Luna pats my shoulder lightly. “Alright, Alpha-to-be. Let’s get you dressed.” When the time for the coronation arrives, the Misfits have already gathered. Each person holds a ceremonial lamp, forming a long line that stretches toward the hall. I take my place beside Alpha Axton, both of us dressed in ceremonial robes. His is a blend of black and red, while mine is deep red, wrapped with a white sash that falls neatly across it. He once told me the robes symbolize the transfer of power.

He said confusing people. Then the arena was covered with darkness for a split second then a huge screen showing a swearing in speech lit up. But this time,it was not Justin being shown taking the vows. Instead,it was a petite woman dressed in a Royal Blue robe with diamonds embedded on it. There was a fiery red phoenix neatly embroidered on the robe making her look ethereal.