White Robe Novels & Stories

After saying that, she waved her hand, "Bring the robe I prepared." Before everyone's eyes, she draped the robe over Emma. The robe was light and warm, made of pale pink silk, embroidered single plum blossoms in gold thread, and black thread coloring cloud patterns. It was lined with white chinchilla fur, making it look very cozy. Emma gently touched it and found that it was old clothes inside, clearly indicating that Luna Sandra wanted to raise her profile in front of everyone, especially exchanging old dresses for the favor of someone. She smiled and said, "Thank you, Mother."

He reported. I looked at the time and didn’t know that it was already late in the afternoon. Time flies when you are focused on working. I slumped my back to my chair and pinched the bridge of my nose. I rested for a while and then started to change. I was surprised to see what clothes Tia provided me. It was a formal suit with a robe that is colored red and embroidered with gold. It was long enough to call it a gown. It has a rope in the chest part to connect both sides to keep it from falling. I am truly amazed at the design of the robe, you can feel by seeing that it is for royals.

'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?"

I took the hospital gown which Nicole had thrown over to me and quickly disappeared behind the curtain I had changed behind earlier on, shifting back into my human form, I hissed as I finally felt the effects of the wound. The pain was worse than what I had been feeling in my neck two days' ago and when I looked down at the size of the wound, I knew that I was going to have another scar to add to the collection I was slowly gathering. But at least this one was a real battle wound. Damn silver. I am going to have to have words with the Moon Goddess about that. You do that and perhaps I won't have a hideous scar to show for my idiocy once the would heals.

Where the power had first woken up in me and made a thousand people kneel. She was wearing white. Not the silver silk she'd worn that night. White, ceremonial, the kind of thing that had a specific meaning in pack tradition that I had to reach for. Confirmation robes. The clothes worn during a claiming ceremony. She wasn't alone. There were figures around her, not quite visible, shapes at the edges of the pool's image, the way the Hollow showed things it wasn't certain of yet. Suggestions of people. Witnesses. She was holding something in both hands. Small, dark, smooth.

“She will return. I’ve already told her I would not mate her until after the trials.” My mate snarls at a woman in a white robe. I lurk under the cover of thick brush and trees, within the darkness of the woods. I assume she is the Immaculate Mother, though his tone would be far too harsh if it were. A simple circlet graces her brow, a small glinting stone in the center. It looks like an opal with all the little rainbow flecks catching the light. Her robe, a lush white velvet with a thick hood, making it difficult to really judge her size or beauty.

GALLAHAN’S POV With hands that were still trembling with barely contained anger, I fastened the last button of my waistcoat. Then I slipped my arms into the sleeves of my ceremonial robe, which was light blue around my shoulders and midnight blue around my forearms and legs. With tiny diamonds studded all over the darkest shade of blue, I fucking felt like I was halfway into becoming a replica of that gaudy-looking Prince Bubba of Agvanda. “Looking good!” Maliya, who was already donning a silky yellow robe over a long white dress, complimented me chirpily, trying to get me to lighten up.

“Hmmm…let us go… where are the others?” “I have sent them away, just in case…” Saying so, Alex pursed his lips. “You did the right thing. There is no need to risk our friend’s lives unnecessarily.” Alex bent forward and adjusted the ruby broach that held the white fabric of the ceremonial clothes I had worn. I didn’t know the reason but it was stated in the book that the person performing the ritual should only wear unstitched white clothes. So I had draped a five-yard piece of white cloth around me and used the ruby broach to hold it together. Alex had draped a piece of cloth like a towel to cover his lower part of the body. A shawl was draped over his shoulders showing off the muscles on h

Thank you my lord I said with excitement. I released my hands to close my spiritual eyes’ stood up and felt so strong within my body. I put the attire on and it was like they took my measurement before the robe was sow for me. I heard the vibration of the astral mirror I checked and it was red this robe is holy keep it holy and it will give you inexhaustible energy power any time you are on the battlefield. Thank you my lord I have to head you. I felt tired and weak so I slept.

Alexa replied with a smile and looked up to see Prince Jaqen coming from afar “Wow, the second Prince is coming” Alexa announced and they looked up to see the Prince coming in a long blue robe that was designed like a waist coat, the robe was tied both at the middle and held with a button around the breast area. The robe stopped at under the knee leaving room for the black trouser to show underneath, his black boots was shining under and his hat sat beautifully on his head. All the edges of the robe’s collar were laced with gemstones to make it shine brighter giving him the glow alongside the stunning visual