Wizarding Dress Robes Novels & Stories

“Masks, outfits, magical protections. And maybe a crash course in not pissing off royalty.” Elias sighed, already dreading what that meant. Dorian smirked, eyes glinting. “Oh, you’re going to look stunning in red.” --- The preparation room looked more like a royal dressing chamber than anything else. Velvet-covered mannequins displayed tailored suits and robes enchanted with subtle shimmering runes. Masks floated mid-air, choosing their preferred wearer, glowing faintly as they reacted to each person’s aura. “I don’t even know what half of this is,” Elias muttered, eyeing a sleek black mask adorned with obsidian feathers.

“I want you to look as powerful as you are. I told them we had a witch in our midst.” The dress is dark purple, almost black, with floral brocade and black raven feathers adorning the edges and shoulders. Its sweetheart neckline frames the fitted bodice, while the skirt flows in soft tulle, layered in shades of black and violet. “Where did you get this?” “I had it made for you. It’s identical to my mother’s.” I remember her in my memories; she was wearing something similar. When I put it on, I look exactly as Dagar intended—like a witch. I let my hair fall loose and add a touch of dark makeup, just enough to cast a shadowed allure.

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 didn’t want to let go of Ben’s hand, but at least I knew he’d be in the room. Mage Jaye stood and walked around the room. She looked every bit as much like a witch as anyone I’d ever seen in a movie who was pretending to be a witch. She had a long, sharp nose, pale skin, and red curly hair pulled back into a bun that I could only see when she lowered her hood. She was wearing a long navy blue dress with gold trim, in similar shades to the uniform I’d noticed the man wearing outside who’d let us into the gate. I thought those must be the official colors of the School of Sorcery.

His gaze was sharp. Roque said calmly and directly, “I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into this dress for four years to produce it.” After he said this, his assistant came forward, pushing a clothing rack. Everyone turned around to look and was instantly stunned. The dress was pure white and decorated with touches of snow. The branches on the dress were covered in frost. They were chilly and pristine. Putting it on, one would look like an angel descending from heaven. She would be accompanied by swirls of snow, looking noble and untouchable.

Ohhh, there's a tiny letter. 'Good morning beautiful, I know you're bored inside the house. Don't worry, we are going to have fun tonight. Wear this cute Jasmine costume, okay? I'll be really sad if you don't wear it. x Aladdin' So he was the one that sent this. Not a total shocker there. He is really serious about this whole going out with costumes thingy. To think we're not even kids anymore. Whatever. Do I really have to wear this? It's too sexy and my bruises can be seen so I'll have to cover it up with concealers again.

It has something to do with the spell over this forest, which the witches use as protection. I look down at the robes the witches gave me to wear as I had no clothes of my own. They’re not a good fit at all, but I’ll make do until I can fix them. They said I wouldn’t need to be moving around too much for the first tests, so there’s no rush to fix it, but I had slept all morning and now was feeling restless.

He admitted that he had been hurt by the deceit, but he was thankful to not be bonded to her after everything she had done. Papa’s crown was very regal and matched the robe he wore. He hated the robe and all, but it was traditional for Royalty to dress a certain way while outside. Lilli and Pati helped choose the dress for me to wear. It was a beautiful long sleeved lilac dress that had embroidery all down the front. It stopped just above my ankles. It was undeniably gorgeous. Ten members of the guard were waiting for us outside the castle. Commander Frost was really growing on me, and I was excited that that he and Phoenix were both coming.

This school would never fall again. Caps were discarded, and stiff gowns were replaced with the ceremonial robes we had made for ourselves. Some of them were pristine and new, woven by the Everley witches in deep blues and silvers, black, and ember reds. Others were ragged, charred, bloodstained, and proudly worn anyway. I spotted a freshman with a large tear mended across one shoulder and a girl from Lucien’s alchemy class who still had burn marks on the sleeve from when she’d pulled a friend from the library rubble.

Pride was one thing I had come to realize was engraved deep in his bones. As he moved, it almost felt like the world adjusted around him. Like the air itself shifted to make way for him. He was dressed in a dark robe with golden embroidery of dragons and phoenixes. The details were sharp and elegant, catching the light with every step he took. His curly hair was pulled back neatly with a band that had intricate silver designs. Everything about him looked… perfect. Too perfect. I could already sense she-wolves staring at him from different corners. Some didn’t even try to hide it. Their eyes followed his every step, drawn to him like moths to fire.