White Robe Novels & Stories

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

Today Yibel looked particularly smart in a brand new ceremonial robe. Apprentice magicians all wear brown robes, and the mages' ceremonial robes are blue, symbolising pure magical energy. Below the fourth rank, only the cuffs are patterned; the fifth to ninth ranks have patterns on the garments, and the tenth to fourteenth ranks have embedded magical patterns. From the fifteenth rank, they can wear whatever style they like, and no one can control the Masters.

The colors were a harmonious blend of the northern and southern kingdoms' insignia - the golden lions of the north and the silver eagles of the south, intricately embroidered on the sleeves, chest, and hem of the garment. The robe itself was a flowing masterpiece, with billowy sleeves that cascaded down my arms like a river of gold. The collar was high and rounded, framing my face like a work of art. The chest was adorned with a gleaming silver brooch, shaped like the wings of an eagle, its eyes glinting with a fierce intensity. The hem of the robe was long and flowing, with a delicate fringe that swayed like a gentle breeze as I moved. Around my waist, a golden sash was tied, its ends hangi

The ceremonial robe scratches against my skin, rough-spun linen dyed the color of dried blood. It hangs loose over my swollen belly, the sash tied too tight beneath my breasts. I keep pulling at the neckline, but there's no fixing this—no hiding the human frailty beneath the borrowed trappings of a Luna.

robes? Wyatt could only smirk at yet another way that the Dark Sky Pack was still stuck in the past. And the delusion that they held any type of power or sway over the were community. The only wolves that still wore robes were the three Elders, the Blessed Three and the High Priestess, Divine Oracle and Divine Healer, which they all reserved for ceremonies and formal events. Pack Trios, made up of a priestess, oracle and healer, would usually wear them for ceremonies such as weddings, blessings and funerals.

Mine was a Crimson velvet cloak that reached to the feet and trailed somewhat on the ground at the rear, with an open front lined and bordered with ermine. All six of the pack’s elders were present, dressed in royal blue, donned drop-sleeve robes with stars and moons patterns, closed fronts that slip over the head, and attached hoods. Large round concrete propane fire pots in rustic black flared with flames in all four corners. Two of these sat at the foot of the ritual circle, with my Beta and Gamma standing at each.

That he'd actually have a normal job? I yawned and stretched my body. I slowly removed the ribbon of the robe I was temporarily wearing, and there my all-black nightgown was revealed. After breathing, I also put the black robe back on and tied the ribbon again. It's ugly if I wear other colors because it won't match the motif of the entire mansion anymore.

Within seconds, they were nowhere to be seen. After that, Oskar waved his hand in the air and a purple and gold color robe appeared in his hand. It had the shape of clouds embroidered on the front of the robe. The robe also glimmered by itself as if it was an armor that nothing could penetrate. Oskar looked at Severin with a big smile. "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

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.

The plate part of the bracelet is made from a jade stone, rare for a place like Ny’Thal but also a color that Robin loves. Robin does not take it off but instead places his hand down so that the item is not in his field of vision. Instead, he tugs on the wool blanket provided for him and turns around so that he faces a wall instead of the bunk bed ceiling. However, from the corner of his eye, a bright light braces from a cracked open door. The obstruction is enough to make his mind timid from the recent events. Even so, he manages to shift his body to the side of his bumped bed. Those small feet of his slap down on the stony floor but the coldness from the contraction of the outside elements