Nun Robe Novels & Stories

Carla asked as she stared at the lady I had behind bars. "Yeah Alec, you sure you've got the right person, I mean did your men confirm if she was really the person from last night?" "What's going here?" Carla asked staring at me. "Is she a Nun?" Peter asked, furrowing his brows. I stared angrily at the lady behind bars. She looked exactly as the lady from the cctv record I got this morning. How dear she pretend to be a saint dressed like a Nun to get away with what she did? She was sitting on a chair, her hands were tied behind the chair and her mouth was covered with a tap.

There was a strong water property protection inside. This robe was called the Blue Water Robe. In a battle, it could withstand a ninth level Spirit level expert's full strength attack! That was a ninth level Spirit attack! This thing could withstand a single attack! One could imagine just how astonishing the power of the runes on it was. However, this long robe was a bit useless, because the power of the runes on it could only be used five times. When they were used up, it would become a useless tattered long robe.

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.

"Mister Severin, this is the magical robe a core disciple of the sect is given. It is a low-rank spiritual treasure. It was made out of the silk from the jade silkworm of Southsky. It would remain dry when in contact with water and fire could not burn it. There is a seal drawn onto it as well. If you are ever in danger, you can activate the seal to take up the blow. It can withstand an attack from a level nine supreme saint." Severin looked at the robe and just like how Oskar said it was a powerful robe. He accepted the robe and cupped his hand at Oskar, "Thank you, Mister Oskar." Oskar smiled and asked, "Do you plan on going back to Nontwo City or you can follow me back to the Grandiuno Sec

Her guest looked as friendly as a starving lioness. Luna straightened her neat celestial-like robes while she quickly collected her thoughts. It shimmered and shone brighter than the glow emanating from her body. The fabric was so silky to touch that it was like water. Although it was translucent, nothing underneath was exposed. The mindboggling texture and sight of her robes effectively grounded her.

-Karen- I picked up the next parcel and opened it even more eagerly. The dark gray robes were just as pretty as the violet robes. There were variations of purple, black and silver in the fabric but there was a touch of lace on the cuffs and the collar. “Oh! It has lace like the under dress!! It looks so regal Conor!” I was thoroughly impressed with the robes. These are so pretty too! Lacey and powerful looking! “I wanted them to be similar but also unique. Let’s take this one off of you for now because I want to see how the black set fit.” Conor instructed as Joanne came over and carefully folded the gray robes. Conor helped me out of the purple robes and then handed them to her.

“Now for the ceremonial robes. These will mark you, Luna. Wear them with strength and purpose.” I followed her silently, feeling both weightless and heavy at once, a strange fire coiling in my chest. My hands were clammy, but I didn’t dare pull them away; I trusted them, though I still wasn’t sure I trusted myself. They dressed me in the Velkorin robes… soft, flowing fabric of deep crimson trimmed with gold. The material brushed my skin, clinging in some places, falling loose in others, and it carried an intoxicating scent of incense and iron. Every fold, every stitch, seemed designed to honor the power.

I couldn't help but smile as I moved ahead in line. Soon, I collected my uniform. The uniform was neatly folded and tied with a dark velvet ribbon. As I untied it and lifted the fabric, I felt a mix of awe and curiosity. The outer robe was a deep, earthy brown—plain yet dignified—signifying that we were new initiates, still unranked in the academy's hierarchy. The material was thick but soft, perfect for the colder weather in the highlands.