White Robe の小説・ストーリー

If something happened to him, how would she save her mother? Her eyes fluttered open to reveal a small room mostly filled with the giant featherbed that she lay on. The bed itself was unbelievably luxurious. It was out of place in such a small, plain room. Inside the room surrounding her was a group of men in black robes. The hoods of the robes were pulled over their heads. The cloth flowed down to the floor, completely obscuring their feet. They wore a sleeveless tunic over their robes that was just as black. But a large red symbol announced their allegiance across the front of the tunic.

He stepped into his private chamber, where a team of pack members, chosen for their trusted abilities, stood ready to assist him. The clothes chosen for Rowland were a symbol of his status as the Alpha, yet also reflected the festive and joyous atmosphere of the occasion. A traditional ceremonial robe, adorned with intricate patterns and colors representing the pack's history and traditions, lay neatly on a nearby table. Rowland allowed himself a moment to appreciate the craftsmanship and the significance of the garment before he began to dress. With the help of his entourage, he donned the robe, its rich fabric draping elegantly around him. It was a reminder of the responsibility he carried

The Alpha's robe is black with red designs running through it, and the Luna's robe is white with purple designs running through it, but if it's a family member related to the Alpha or Luna that dies, then we use a black sash for our robes. Today is the first day that I will be wearing the Luna robes and it will quell all the rumours because when they see me wearing it, there will be no doubt that I am the Luna. Now the Beta's robes are also black but with blue designs running through. The Deltas they're a rare breed, and we only have two of them in our pack, and that's Kate and Missy. Their robes are sky blue with white designs running through. The sentinel's robes are just black with no des

Adelaide chose a stunning pomegranate-red evening gown, its neckline and sleeves heavily embroidered with golden totems that perfectly showcased her noble Luna status and commanding presence. Lance changed into a loose, sky-blue robe. The fabric perfectly softened his terrifying battlefield aura, making his tall, broad frame look elegant and gentle—the picture of a refined nobleman.

Colors swirled within those luminous depths like galaxies being born: silver, gold, obsidian, and the faintest hint of crimson before finally settling in silver. His formal business suit dissolved like morning mist and in its place appeared robes that would have made bygone emperors weep with envy. Deep midnight blue formed the base, so dark it was almost black, but shot through with silver embroidery. The robe flowed around his tall frame as though gravity itself bent to his will. Silver clasps held the garment at his shoulders, each one carved with intricate designs. A high collar framed his face, adding to his imposing height and making him seem carved from marble by divine hands.

There was a strong water property protection inside. This robe was called the Blue Water Robe. In a battle, it could withstand a ninth level Spirit level expert's full strength attack! That was a ninth level Spirit attack! This thing could withstand a single attack! One could imagine just how astonishing the power of the runes on it was. However, this long robe was a bit useless, because the power of the runes on it could only be used five times. When they were used up, it would become a useless tattered long robe.

The robe falls open. She is wearing nothing underneath.

Elves stood side by side, showering them with pink petals as they walked down towards the humongous Mother Tree. Prince Ron was surprised to find that he was already dressed for the occasion and he didn't even remember getting dressed. He was wearing a pure white beautiful robe with a wide golden belt. The embroidery at the edges of the robe were golden vine-like patterns that shimmered under the light. It was pretty but it wasn't what Prince Ron wanted to wear for his wedding. He was quite dissatisfied.

I wondered who this person could be. My eyes trailed down, taking in his attire. He was dressed in a magnificent ensemble befitting royalty. He wore a regal robe, its fabric a deep shade of crimson that draped gracefully around his frame. The robe was adorned with intricate patterns of gold thread, adding an opulent touch to his attire. It seemed to shimmer with every movement, catching the light and commanding attention.