Novel & Cerita White Robe

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.

I couldn't help but smile as I moved ahead in line. Soon, I collected my uniform. The uniform was neatly folded and tied with a dark velvet ribbon. As I untied it and lifted the fabric, I felt a mix of awe and curiosity. The outer robe was a deep, earthy brown—plain yet dignified—signifying that we were new initiates, still unranked in the academy's hierarchy. The material was thick but soft, perfect for the colder weather in the highlands.

After saying that, she waved her hand, "Bring the robe I prepared." Before everyone's eyes, she draped the robe over Emma. The robe was light and warm, made of pale pink silk, embroidered single plum blossoms in gold thread, and black thread coloring cloud patterns. It was lined with white chinchilla fur, making it look very cozy. Emma gently touched it and found that it was old clothes inside, clearly indicating that Luna Sandra wanted to raise her profile in front of everyone, especially exchanging old dresses for the favor of someone. She smiled and said, "Thank you, Mother."

He reported. I looked at the time and didn’t know that it was already late in the afternoon. Time flies when you are focused on working. I slumped my back to my chair and pinched the bridge of my nose. I rested for a while and then started to change. I was surprised to see what clothes Tia provided me. It was a formal suit with a robe that is colored red and embroidered with gold. It was long enough to call it a gown. It has a rope in the chest part to connect both sides to keep it from falling. I am truly amazed at the design of the robe, you can feel by seeing that it is for royals.

'That could end up with a bruise, yo. Wenren's pants became wet. A large patch of water seeped his chest and stomach. "Crap. I'm sorry." Wenren held his hand and escorted him back on land. Ritian realized that the man is carrying a piece of fabric on the other hand. The color and needle work design extremely close with Wenren's pants. "This is an outer robe. Use it during the ceremony. This cost me a fortune. Keep it and use it during a special occasion. Understood?"

I took the hospital gown which Nicole had thrown over to me and quickly disappeared behind the curtain I had changed behind earlier on, shifting back into my human form, I hissed as I finally felt the effects of the wound. The pain was worse than what I had been feeling in my neck two days' ago and when I looked down at the size of the wound, I knew that I was going to have another scar to add to the collection I was slowly gathering. But at least this one was a real battle wound. Damn silver. I am going to have to have words with the Moon Goddess about that. You do that and perhaps I won't have a hideous scar to show for my idiocy once the would heals.

Where the power had first woken up in me and made a thousand people kneel. She was wearing white. Not the silver silk she'd worn that night. White, ceremonial, the kind of thing that had a specific meaning in pack tradition that I had to reach for. Confirmation robes. The clothes worn during a claiming ceremony. She wasn't alone. There were figures around her, not quite visible, shapes at the edges of the pool's image, the way the Hollow showed things it wasn't certain of yet. Suggestions of people. Witnesses. She was holding something in both hands. Small, dark, smooth.

“She will return. I’ve already told her I would not mate her until after the trials.” My mate snarls at a woman in a white robe. I lurk under the cover of thick brush and trees, within the darkness of the woods. I assume she is the Immaculate Mother, though his tone would be far too harsh if it were. A simple circlet graces her brow, a small glinting stone in the center. It looks like an opal with all the little rainbow flecks catching the light. Her robe, a lush white velvet with a thick hood, making it difficult to really judge her size or beauty.

GALLAHAN’S POV With hands that were still trembling with barely contained anger, I fastened the last button of my waistcoat. Then I slipped my arms into the sleeves of my ceremonial robe, which was light blue around my shoulders and midnight blue around my forearms and legs. With tiny diamonds studded all over the darkest shade of blue, I fucking felt like I was halfway into becoming a replica of that gaudy-looking Prince Bubba of Agvanda. “Looking good!” Maliya, who was already donning a silky yellow robe over a long white dress, complimented me chirpily, trying to get me to lighten up.

“Hmmm…let us go… where are the others?” “I have sent them away, just in case…” Saying so, Alex pursed his lips. “You did the right thing. There is no need to risk our friend’s lives unnecessarily.” Alex bent forward and adjusted the ruby broach that held the white fabric of the ceremonial clothes I had worn. I didn’t know the reason but it was stated in the book that the person performing the ritual should only wear unstitched white clothes. So I had draped a five-yard piece of white cloth around me and used the ruby broach to hold it together. Alex had draped a piece of cloth like a towel to cover his lower part of the body. A shawl was draped over his shoulders showing off the muscles on h