Universal Slytherin Robe Novels & Stories

She also put in several leather bags filled with lake water. Astrid could see that Draco was also carrying a backpack with equipment in it. When Astrid intended to return the robe he borrowed, Draco refused. "The robe is for you. The robe is made from my dragon scales, so it has a lot of function and power. Don't ever take off that robe because it will protect you,” Draco said. "Thank you," replied Astrid. Draco took another robe, which was also made of dragon scales, and put it on his body.

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.

he snickered. I shot him a warning glance, though I couldn’t stop the small laugh that escaped. “Just find the robes, Lucas.” We moved deeper into the boutique, sifting through racks filled with ceremonial robes. The fabrics shimmered faintly from the pack magic imbued in their threads. Each garment felt like it carried its own legacy, as if it had been woven with purpose. One robe, in particular, caught my eye—a gleaming white garment adorned with intricate moon-blessed silver threading. I reached out to touch it, warmth instantly blooming against my fingertips.

His eyes, too, were dark with driven purpose and malice. He wore a vaguely military outfit of dark purple tunic and leggings. Then Ruslan noticed there were other men in the hall too. They stood stiff like a stone by the walls. They were garbed in flowing grey robes which gave them a clerical air. Yet power and magic seemed to emanate from them in waves so palpable, Ruslan could almost touch it. After one long look at those strange people, he knew he would much rather face the Groundsler. "So," said the man in the purple robe, rubbing the beast's hideous head as he gazed at his captive, "I have heard that my dear daughter is back, is that true?"

Although Viktor simply said goodbye to him, as the priest's son he had imposed himself a missive. Viktor searched his father's closet and found some black priestly robes; With a dark motivation that arose suddenly, he exchanged his traveling clothes for the black priest's robes that once belonged to his father. He waxed his short beard, trimmed his elongated hair and placed a silver necklace with the image of a crow on their necks, this type of necklaces were only used by the Clerics of the God of Death. The necklace was a gift from his father, who gave it to him before he knew that Viktor would not be his successor and that he would instead be a Wizard.

She twisted and looked, mouth gaping, when she realised there was a freakin’ LEAD attached to the collar. “Sorry, princess.” Rob looked at her apologetically, and he didn’t use the term ‘princess’ in a mocking manner. In fact, he even stepped forward, removing his jacket and placing it over her shoulders. “I need to take you to the dungeon now. Don’t make me put these on you as well.” Rob raised a pair of silver cuffs in his gloved hands. “I’ll be good,” she muttered, though she wished she could smash Henry’s face in. And the others who kept her pinned down and those who continued to watch her now.

Pushing the rest of my clothes inside the suitcase, I turned around heaving it to my side. Before I took a single step forward I looked in the mirror by my door. My black hair was long, coming down to my waist. My eyes were a dark grey, my face was average, and a small smile found its way on my lips. I was wearing a magic resistant robe overtop my clothing, hiding away my outfit, the robe was dark black with gold runes sewn into the fabric it even had a hood which I had pulled over my head. The robe fell all the way to my feet, but wasn’t long enough that I would keep stepping on it. I wondered if I looked like a capable witch.

I reply, gingerly climbing out of his arms, cautious about how my swollen pole moves, so as not to stab him with it. I kindly ask Elmira to return my robe for my trip back home and she hands it over with a soft smile before melding back into her tree. The silken robe encrusted with gems and embroidery is a customary item for a prince, and is nearly all I wear other than the gowns for more formal gatherings. My parents informed me that in other realms beings hide their bodies more, perhaps that is why Miguel looks surprised that the robe billows opened as I move exposing my naked form and never truly covers my hard appendage, that seems not to want to deflate. I guide my mate and his companio

“You are a Direwolf now, Thalia.” A feast in my honor? I didn’t care much for celebration. All I’d ever wanted was to survive… then to belong… and now, to master the fire inside me. But as I sat up and looked at the cloak she had dropped on the bed, my breath caught. It was a robe of deepest crimson, threaded with gold embers. The firemark of our kind. A symbol not only of power but of identity. My fingers ran over the material, warm and soft like woven flames.

Then Rob strode in, he was holding hangers carrying a well ironed white blouse and black skirt, with big white stripes on it -it seems like it's a school uniform. "Here's the costume, sir," Rob said as he dropped the on the table. Mr huge dîck stopped reading his magazine, he reached for the clothes and inspected them for a moment, before throwing them back on the table. "Hm," he nodded. "You can leave," he told Rob and faced me. "Change into this." I agreed wordlessly. I hurried reached for the clothes and located his bathroom, I stripped and changed into the school uniform in no time. A smirk appeared on my face as I stared at my reflection in the wall mirror, because wearing these school