White Robe Novelas e Histórias

The two would be married soon she hoped. She finished her grapes and got out of the tub and let the water run out. She dried herself, applied body cream onto her body and blow dries her hair. She went into the closet and picked white jean trousers, a white t-shirt and a red robe to cover herself with. She couldn’t wear anything without a robe on top. The robes represented her status as a seer though most people couldn’t grasp that concept. She didn’t want to tie up her hair so she put some hairpins so that her hair won’t fall on her face.

It was coronation day. And yet, nothing stirred inside me. No fear, no excitement. It was just calm. A strange, almost fragile calm, as if the world itself was holding its breath. Kael was already gone when I woke, no surprise there. He thrived in duty, in action. I’d felt the imprint of his warmth beside me on the bed, long faded, but his scent still lingered. It steadied me. I turned from the window and began to dress. The ceremonial robe laid across the chair gleamed silver-white, threaded with symbols of unity, with four rings interwoven, representing the packs.

My dress was gone. I inhaled sharply. In its place flowed a robe of white shimmering fabric that moved like liquid light over my skin. It was soft, weightless, elegant in a way that felt effortless rather than ceremonial. The sleeves draped loosely at my wrists, and every time I moved, silver sparks glimmered through the weave before fading again. Beside me, Sol’s clothing had changed as well. His ruined formal wear, frosting and all, had been replaced by a white robe of his own, the fabric richer at the shoulders and belted at the waist with a cord of woven gold. It should have looked severe.

Naomi I was confined to my room, with Tobin and Ataz standing guard on either side of the door. Their silence was suffocating, but their disdain for wolves and rogues echoed through the stone walls, their harsh words stinging like barbed wire. I tried my best to ignore them, focusing instead on the delicate threads of the gossamer white gown they had given me to wear for the ritual. The fabric clung to my skin like a second layer, revealing every curve and dip of my body. It was almost transparent in its sheerness, but they insisted I wear it as if it held some significance. Perhaps it was meant to showcase my purity before the gods, or perhaps it was simply another form of humiliation. Eith

A crime. The fabric itself looks like it cannot contain her. I didn’t know humans could be attractive in form like this. I shut my eyes until minutes later when Ozaiah speaks. "Your majesty?" I open them and there she stands Akemi—clothed in a pastel pink garment we call Moon robe. It is gorgeous, it does nothing to conceal the beauty of her Aphrodite body. It drapes over her like a veil over a feat, the kind of sinful curves that makes my teeth ache. A shame.

*********** Three years after *********** I am wearing my blue robe with gold embroidery over it. I roll the sleeves back. My hair hangs loosely around my shoulders; it is shorter now since it’s harder to train with long hair. A thin golden chain hangs by my neck with a tiny crystal hanging on it.

When she opened it, she pulled out two sets of robes—one for me, deep charcoal with silver embroidery, and one of pure white and gold. “For Ariana,” she murmured. I reached for the fabric, running my fingers over the intricate patterns woven into it. A symbol of tradition, of power, of sacrifice. “Wear this for the ceremony,” my mother instructed. “And Lucas… be careful.” I nodded, but my mind was already set. First, the ceremony. Then, the Elders.

a thick white robe that spilled to the floor. I'd recognize this robe anywhere. It was created for the queen...for the first luna...but my whore of a mother never used it because she didn't like the pureness of the color. She preferred a red robe just like my father's. That was exactly the reason why I had never worn the king's robe. It was tainted with her distasteful memory. Hiking my sight up to the owner's face, I found my fake wife already looking at me with a serene expression of contentment. Despite my better judgment, I admitted she looked stunning.

“The ceremony usually lasts for a week. There are banquets, music, and endless celebrations to welcome the new Alpha. I need you to help me pick a nice outfit.” I crossed my arms and smirked. “You sound like a girl.” Von rolled his eyes. “Really? That’s how you’re going to help me?” “I’m just stating the obvious,” I teased before stepping closer to the bed. I glanced through the garments until my eyes landed on a black and gold robe hanging on a stand. “This would look good on you,” I said, holding it up. “Pair it with this velvet shirt and tailored pants, and it screams, ‘The Hybrid King has arrived.’”

He's wearing more layers of robes made of the finest brocade in the entire empire. Speaking of robes, he's not wearing black and gold yellow robes just like he usually wears. Although black still dominates his overall attire, it's matched with red in the lower part with a white accent on it. Also, since today is a special day for the entire empire, the details of his robes are strictly designed to represent something such as the embroidered images of dragons, phoenixes and clouds, and other patterns. His coronet is also different from his usual one. Today, it has a more exquisite design. Precious stones are used instead of beads.