Wizarding Dress Robes Novels & Stories

"This food is really magical. I wonder if I should sleep as much as Jensen to be powerful in the same way.” I held on my tongue the desire to say what I really thought about him sleeping so much, and I lifted one of the dresses for her to see. It was made of something similar to silk, in the same shade of dark green as the leaves of the trees of that territory. A V-neck would make my seiös beautiful and modestly apparent. There were no openings in the legs, but he was slightly filled by the tulle fabric inside the skirt, leaving him with the appearance of a real royal prom dress. "I wonder if Tennebris will want to join us at the party or will be holed up in the room with hatred of a kingdom

Robin walks into the closet and shutters his right hand’s fingers along the hanged clothes. Robin’s hands run across the pants from the second selection of shirts, away from Leon for now. That hand finds a rather interesting pair of black trousers that has a phoenix crest along the side of the right pant leg. Its apart of an outfit that is used for more formal events. The masonry plucks the pair of pants from their home of the hanger and rest the cloth on the side of his arms. Leon looks over at him and folds his arms across his chest and darts his look on the other man. Despite complaining about dressing himself, the truth is that he is more capable of completing such a feat but he also lov

He needs to go through the Lycan history books or meet a witch. She wore a white dress that looked like royalty. Unlike Adira’s white dress, Lenora’s white dress is different. It’s a white long sleeve dress that hugged her body above her waist tightly showing her shapely breasts. The golden leaves crept around her chest and then like a creeper tree the leaves crept down the skirt in a line making her look like an angel descended from heaven.

They were escorted like queens and kings and their peculiar garbs certainly caught the attention of the patrons inside. Maru had worn the black wizard robe which mirrored Mistress Ais own dress in color while Ezperanza looked like an Immortal Fairy with her long white gown blessing the place with her grandiose entrance. Lyra on the other hand, wore her green wizard robe and the contours of the garments had indeed showcased the goods that lay hidden behind the flashy wear. The four of them were respectfully ushered down the end of the lane where a secret door awaited them.

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.

A corner desk had new parchment along with magic quills, and shelves were lined high with ancient, blank tomes to be inscribed. My closet creaked as it swung open, showing the uniforms in my size: the silver-buttoned, black-coated uniforms, blouses, and cloaks in plain black trim. When I touched one of the cloaks, the lining of it came to life in red and gold threads, and the picture of the broken crown was for one moment before it disappeared.

“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.

“Did you make that?” It was beyond beautiful, and similar to something Catherine would love to wear. The design was simple, with tiny purple beads along the chest that seemed to flow like a river against the soft blue of the dress. Purple fabric stretched from the hip to the ankle on the left side, giving it a lovely difference to the standard robes in this world. Catherine reached out towards the dress before looking back at the small girl. She wore her long black hair in a tie, making it drift down her spine, and her clothes were the same as the other wolves. Pelts made of hide or leather. “Did you make that dress?” Catherine wondered gently, pointing towards it. “It’s lovely. What is your

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.

has become a taboo word for me. Luckily, Liam's not here right now. We went into my room together. I chose a black puffy dress from countless dresses and accessories because, in my mind, that's what witches are supposed to wear. Although.... ... and I looked at Sibyl in her plush suit. Real witches don't dress like that. But I think my appearance still lacks a piece of soul. “Sibyl, may I borrow your witch hat?” Sibyl took the hat out of the bag as if to ask the hat: “Will you?”