Wizarding Dress Robes Novels & Stories

“They’re waiting in the Great Hall. You….. you should wear this.” She held out a garment I had never seen before: silver fabric woven through with threads that caught the light like frost. The Luna’s robe. The one worn only by those who had balanced blood and moon, leader and goddess. I almost laughed. “That’s not for me.” “It is now,” she said gently. The robe felt heavy as she fastened it across my shoulders. It didn’t belong to me, not yet, but the weight of it made my spine straighten. When we stepped into the corridor, silence followed.

He asked looking at Alice who nodded. " First you must know the uniform code. This orange emerald green is for you." he gave me a shirt with green borders and a green skirt which comes above my knees. He gave a shirt with red borders and a fitting pant for both of the brothers. " Green for witches, red for Vamp, blue for a werewolf, black for every other species cause the queen prefers this type of code. There will be many parties in the Academy so you can choose some gowns, other dresses, and finally a photo for your ID." We all explored the whole shop to select whatever dress I like. I bought some blue gown which I admired before. There's only one floor but a variety of dresses. There's no

I think I should also give him a gift in return since he doesn't want me to return it. ~~~ The next day, After going through my usual day activities, it was about 5 p.m., and I got ready to attend the meeting. I wore a white knee length straight dress and a black coat of the same length. The weather was getting colder and windier since it was autumn.

She exclaimed, forgetting her vow not to let anyone knows who she was. "Your funny, Senorita. You're a bit strange but adorable." Maya grinned at her. "Let's go party!" Despite what happened, she was in high spirit. The beautiful gown called traje de mestiza has an embroidered top with small flowers stitched to it. The skirt has the same intricate floral pattern but in the color of yellow and green. When she wore it, it felt good, and she felt like she was back in school when they dressed up for National Costume Day. She bet her sister would be green in envy when she saw this gown.

With renewed determination, Ashier got up from his bed and prepare for the pack meeting, determined to figure out the identity of his mate and the reason for her danger. Ashier walked towards his wardrobe and opened the doors, revealing an array of fine clothing. He took out his royal robes. The robes were a deep shade of maroon, trimmed with gold embroidery that depicted the symbol of his pack. The robes were made of the finest silk, which felt soft and smooth against his skin. The robe was long and flowed elegantly as he walked. The robe was also embellished with intricate beading around the edges, giving it a regal appearance.

Her expression is unreadable as she extends it toward me. "Here, wear this and come downstairs," she barks before turning on her heel and walking away. I stare after her, then glance down at the fabric in my hands. "What is that?" Kira asks, her curiosity piqued. I unfold it slowly, running my fingers over the smooth, cool material. "It looks like a dress… or some kind of ceremonial robe." It’s white, lined with silver embroidery that glows faintly in the dim light of my room and a hood is attached to the back, giving it an almost mystical appearance.

“Vixra tells me we are to leave for Dragonsbane?” she asked Pythias as he stepped into the room that had been assigned to her. She had been provided a red dress, boots, and a black cloak, it had fit like it had been made for her. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror as she admired it. “I should thank the queen for the clothes,” she added, speaking mostly to herself than to the wizard who stared at her through the mirror. “You do not seem pleased,” he said.

"Mey! You look gorgeous!" I looked down at my dress and smiled. "Thanks!" Unlike my other friends who were totally okay with wearing short dresses, I wore a long white dress and topped it up with an open sweater. I actually had no problem wearing short dresses, but my parents would never allow me to do that. They were quite conservative. My parents did not allow me to wear sleeveless shirts, skirts, and shorts. Well, we, Asians, always tried our best to avoid showing too much skin, anyway. If you see Cheongsam, a Chinese traditional dress that Cho Chang wore to the Yule Ball in Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire, you'd probably know what I mean.

He said the same thing to me too. The dress came with the position. I was wearing a royalty gown, as if I were a bride to a monarch or daughter to the president. “This should do. This potion should keep you for five hours. Find a coat and put it on when you get there. Do what you have to do quickly and separately, understood?”

“Not that we would ever critique your personal style, your Maj-...Lana,’ Maggie hurries to add. I try to smile, but my hand is already moving to my temple, fingers pressing into the skin. The room is a roar of magical residue. Every every inch of stone is humming at a frequency that makes my bones ache. “Simple is… good. I’m only going to breakfast.” ‘As a Queen,’ Rosa reminds me softly and I nod, resigned to the idea. She demonstrates the dress, it has short capped sleeves and soft stays instead of a bodice. It’s a pale green sage colour, patterned with delicate leaf embroidery. I approach, squinting as I examine the fabric for any sign of magic woven in. “Lana? Is everything alright?” Rosa