White Robe Novelas e Histórias

The robes are made of a soft, lightweight material that allows the skin to breathe and remain cool, even in warm temperatures. The physician's robe is slightly more elaborate, with intricate gold embroidery running along the hemline and sleeves. The embroidery depicts symbols of healing and protection, representing the physician's expertise and dedication to his craft. His robe is also adorned with a thick, gold belt that cinches at the waist, giving him a more formal and authoritative appearance.

I reply, gingerly climbing out of his arms, cautious about how my swollen pole moves, so as not to stab him with it. I kindly ask Elmira to return my robe for my trip back home and she hands it over with a soft smile before melding back into her tree. The silken robe encrusted with gems and embroidery is a customary item for a prince, and is nearly all I wear other than the gowns for more formal gatherings. My parents informed me that in other realms beings hide their bodies more, perhaps that is why Miguel looks surprised that the robe billows opened as I move exposing my naked form and never truly covers my hard appendage, that seems not to want to deflate. I guide my mate and his companio

The morning was there before they knew it. Chad dressed in the mercenary robes that the Guard had presented them with, a splendidly tailored outer robe of the darkest brocade. Sky’s robe was no inferior: he wore a suit of dark blue, looking just as magnificent. Compared to the farmhand he was before, he appeared to shine.

Those witches are exactly the kind of chaos the gods would love to keep around. Everyone entering the armory is sent inside to gear up: guns, blades, daggers, rifles—whatever they’ve trained with. Puck is supposed to meet us soon with diamond weapons. We need enough for our people here and for the ones trapped in the Goddess Realm. “Body armor. Everyone. I mean it, Edward,” Dev barks. Edward rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Goddess of War, obsidian wings. I’ll wear the damn armor.” I giggle. Grumpy old alpha is well-matched with the Crone Coven’s high priestess.

"We brought you something." He held up a dress...no, not a dress. A robe. Made of the softest ivory silk she'd ever seen, with delicate embroidery along the edges. "It's traditional," Alaric explained. "For a mate to wear before the claiming ceremony." "Ceremony?" Elara's voice pitched higher. "Nobody said anything about a ceremony..." "Not a ceremony with witnesses," Caspian clarified quickly. "Just... tradition. The robe. Preparing you. Making sure everything is perfect."

“You’re wearing white. I’m wearing purple.” The white robe he handed me was made of the softest silk I’d ever touched. It draped beautifully, loose and flowing, with subtle silver embroidery along the edges that caught the light like starlight. When I slipped it on, it felt ethereal, weightless, elegant, making me look delicate and almost otherworldly. The fabric whispered against my skin as I tied the sash. Seraphiel emerged from the changing area in deep purple silk that made his skin glow. The robe was slightly more structured than mine, with gold threading that accentuated his lean, powerful frame. He looked regal. Dangerous. Beautiful in a way that made m

When he lifted the lid, even Aaron stopped breathing for a moment. Inside lay a robe so pristine it glowed, white as fresh snow beneath the stars. It shimmered faintly, not like glitter or shine, but like something alive, like it will hold light even in the dark. Gold embroidery traced across the fabric in ancient curves, looping like vines around the collar, cuffs, and hem. And it wasn’t just gold, it looked like magic. Moonlight. It's beautiful. Aaron let out a low whistle. “If I didn’t love you, I’d hate you,” he murmured, reaching out to touch the robe like it was a relic. “This looks like it was woven by angels.”

She has no taste, and I have more than enough for the two of us. I stretch my arms out to the side to admire the bubble gum pink fabric of my new robe, which drapes heavily before tapering at my wrists, lined with pearl beads. The fabric is silken and impossibly light, but the length is what really gets me going. When I mentioned I longed for something to wear around the house that wafted over the tiles and made me look like I was some kind of apparition floating this way and that, Louisa delivered without a second thought. The robe has feathers along the hem. It’s truly a dream come true, especially when paired with the matching chemise.

The garment rustled as she brought it to me, the fabric catching light like water at midnight. I stood, letting my robe fall away as Lily held the dress for me to step into. The silk slid cool against my skin as she guided it up my body. Unlike traditional Luna coronation gowns, which emphasized femininity through elaborate embellishments, mine had been designed with authority in mind. The bodice hugged my torso in clean lines, the skirt falling in perfect pleats that would allow me freedom of movement on the dais. The sleeves ended just below my elbows, leaving my forearms bare—a subtle reminder that these hands had executed rogues and liberated prisoners.