Novel & Cerita Wizarding Dress Robes

I dug in and it was heaven. My ceremonial robe arrived an hour later and I gasped at how beautiful it was even if it was made on short notice. It was white with the kingdom's sigil in the middle, but it had flowers around it. It was made out of silk and it felt good to the skin. They used gold thread so it was visible and it added to the design. I was relieved they didn't make me wear a dress because that would be just absurd.

The robe would have been perfect—understated yet exquisite, exactly the sort of thing Alexander would appreciate. "Surely you could make an exception for the Beta's daughter?" Mother pressed. "I sincerely apologize," the manager replied firmly. "The client specifically requested it be held until collection." After trying several more options, I settled on a dazzling white ceremonial robe with protective runes. It wasn't subtle, but it would certainly draw attention. "White is traditionally worn by newly marked mates," the manager cautioned gently. "Perfect," I smiled, examining my reflection. "Let them think what they will."

one of the dancers asked, glancing at a redhead girl standing near the wall, arms folded across her chest. "Leave her alone. She's just upset that this blondie is taking her place as the top girl," another dancer chimed in. "Shut up, you bitches," Jessica retorted, prompting laughter from the others. As they fastened the dress tightly around me, I remembered to breathe. The leather hugged my body, emphasizing every curve, while their eyes seemed to devour my skin. The heavy makeup on my face felt suffocating. "She's ready," they all declared, stepping back. The doors swung open, and a woman dressed in a black robe entered the room, wielding a wand and emanating a dark aura that sent shivers

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

The back of the dress has a corset style criss cross pattern of black and violet shimmering strings. I pass the gown to Ceberus who is also crying. I'm sure she is remembering the day her best friend wore the gown. Inside the box is one more item. A cloak. The cloak is silver with gold trim. A dragon comes up from the train of the cloak. Its head resting in the center. The dragon is black with red eyes. A golden crown sitting upon his head that matches my mother's; only bigger. A the very bottom of the cloak is a phrase written in Fae. Something I can't speak or read.

"He just left. Again." Glow looked up, her eyes softening. "He’s a Rogue, Lexi. Rogues don't know how to handle 'happily ever after' without expecting a trap. He’s probably out there making sure the world is safe for you. Or, you know, being an idiot." I looked at the dress hanging on the wardrobe. It was a deep, midnight blue—almost black—with a slit that reached my mid-thigh. It looked like the sky Ros had shown me at the lake.

She too was smiling. The woman by her left could pass as a typical bimbo to anyone. Around 1,6 meters of height, blonde curled hair that reached the middle of her back, soft blue eyes, red full lips, and an hourglass body with a E-cup bust. Unfortunately for the male population of Hogwarts, her body was kind of hidden by her vest, loose dark red robes with golden embroideries. She was looking around with curious eyes.

In a lighter shade of gray underneath it, she wears a mid-thigh length hooded sweater dress with black over-the-knee boots. We knew she was a council witch because all the witches from the council wear the same cloak design as her's, but in different colors. They are color-coded by what kind of magic the witch is linked to. Blue is for powers related to water, red for fire, green for earth, and purple for wind. I had never seen a gray cloak before, except today. The brunette completely ignored us and walked in Naomi's direction. I stand up and step forward, giving a warning growl.

But considering that sorceresses tend to age slow, guessing their actual age could be a tough nut to crack, itself. The other party was dressed in a long, light blue robe and her collar and cuffs were both trimmed with soft fur. Her robe was covered in shimmering snowflakes and on her head was a hat of fur and snowflakes that looked a little like a crown that sparkled like an icy flame.

Could I bear the thought of being the one who let them down? Lost in my internal debate, I barely noticed as the palace maids dressed me. They had chosen an elegant robe for me, one that was fit for a royal occasion. It was made of the finest silk, a shimmering azure that seemed to capture the essence of the deep ocean. Intricate embroidery adorned the edges, forming delicate patterns of sea creatures and exotic flora. The robe flowed gracefully, its hem brushing the marble floor of the closet.