White Robe Novels & Stories

He had a long narrow face with a round chin and was clean-shaven. He wore a black armored robe with gold and red trim. On both the front and back of the robe was a Phoenix sleeping in the midst of a storm made entirely of sapphires. The shoulders were studded gold, as were the armored plates that covered the sides, back, and chest of the robe. He also wore black armored gauntlets and boots. From the scent of him, he was from one of the Eterna Phoenix Tribe. And from his worried demeanor, Kronos guessed it had been a while since he had seen battle.

Conor helped me out of the purple robes and then handed them to her. I picked up the last package while Bart answered the door. Lunch had arrived and I was starving but I wanted to see these robes. I opened the last parcel and the fabric alone was incredible. It looked like the night sky with pops of magenta, purples, blues, silver and white. How breathtaking! It’s just like the night sky… I held the robes up and saw that on the front was a cute bow in the same fabric that buttoned over the three clasps. It looked like the skirt was a bit fuller too. I slipped into the robes and saw that the cuffs drooped down about ten inches as they tightened up to my elbow. Oh! I love sleeves like that! I

Sargis I was emotionless. The heavy fabric of my ceremonial robe was adorned with intricate golden embroidery that seemed to ripple like liquid gold in the light, creating a stunning contrast against the deep, royal purple that enveloped my form. This vibrant hue cascaded dramatically behind me, flowing like a regal banner that signified both honor and the immense burden of my duty. Resting atop my head, the crown was a masterful creation, its sharp edges caught the light in a way that made it seem almost alive, sparkling with a fierce radiance. Each jagged point and gem told a story of power, forged in the deep crucible of bloodshed and steeped in the weight of ancient legacies.

Odette took his hand, then came down gracefully. All the attention was on them. Rion wore a dark blue top with gold embroidery accents that looked gorgeous and elegant, while his comrades only wore plain white pants and black boots. As a formality and to show his status as a king, Rion put on a red robe that hung over his shoulders.

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.

Surprisingly, he was wearing a black night robe with black pants. "Alpha" I spoke out with a calm tone, letting him know that I had entered the room. He turned around to face me. My breath hitched and steps halted when I saw the rope of the night robe was loose and his chest was exposed. The long black robe was designed with chocolate-colored velvet. It looked like the robe was only made for the king because it looked royal. His damp hair, which still needed to dry, caught my attention. The smell of the shower seemed to emanate from his body and lingered in the room.

While Chloe went to get dressed too, ivory admired herself in the mirror. She was clad in a sky blue gown which had slits at both sides of the hips that stopped at the waists and blue pants which is visible. Her eye was now blue, ivory noticed her skin was a little bit paler and her ash hair was now silver. Chloe interrupted her internal debate about her body, Chloe too was going ‘cause she was her personal maid. They both exited her room and went to the dining area. Ivory greeted her dad then sat beside Ivan; they prayed then started to eat. Ivory noticed a lady sitting opposite her, she didn’t really ponder on it until duke hemming introduced her.

Every detail of his attire spoke of tradition, legacy, and the weight of responsibility that came with leading a kingdom. Soft music continued to serenade us as I approached Liam. He extended his hand, a reassuring smile gracing his lips. "You look beyond breathtaking, Daliah," he whispered, his voice a melodic undercurrent in the enchanting garden. The ancient and revered ceremonialist, a mage known throughout the realm for his wisdom and mastery of magic, approached the forefront. His robe, a celestial tapestry of deep indigo and shimmering silver threads, flowed with a fluidity that seemed almost otherworldly. The robe bore symbols and sigils representing the intricate weave of time and t

They looked young, vibrant, and terrifyingly real. Marcus Steele and Chen Wei. They were dressed in simple, timeless robes of woven light. Marcus wore the amber of the Wolf, and my father wore the sapphire of the Ghost. They were smiling, but it wasn't the smile of parents greeting their children; it was the smile of engineers seeing their prototype finally work.

And no, I couldn’t help the way my eyes bulged when I saw him. “Damn, man!” Stella exclaimed out loud. “You clean up nice!” And that was an understatement! Black velvet fell across his broad shoulders, embroidered with silver colored threads that caught the light like moonlight on water. The edges of the robe were lined with fur, stark white that made the dark fabric even more commanding.