Novel & Cerita Arming Coat

Handsome didn’t even begin to cover it. He looked like someone had taken the concept of “dangerously beautiful” and made it walk. Although, I hate to admit… Adrian looks kinda hotter compared to him. But what really made me blink was the coat. A long, thick, charcoal wool coat with the collar turned up against the cold. This is Alaska. It’s supposed to be freezing. But, everyone (including me) was in short-sleeve uniforms or thin sweaters. From my observation, no one wore coats indoors and outdoors.

In her gaze, he saw something—something fleeting, indescribable. “You came all this way just to bring me clothes?” “Yes. I mean, not just that. I was coming out to paint anyway. But your coat’s too thin.” She took off the scarf, tiptoed to drape it around his neck instead, smiling. “You’re dressed lighter than I am. You keep the coat. I’m pretty tough in the cold. Otherwise, your fingers might freeze and you won’t be able to hold your brush.” “It’s not mine,” Aron said, frowning. “I can’t wear it. Just take it.”

I move into the living room and head straight for the weapon couch. He’s already ready as I clip two daggers to my thighs and strap a gun to my holster. I pull on my black coat that falls below my knees and fastens with a silver clasp at the center. It hides all my weapons. And according to Dove, it makes me look hot. The coat is also fireproof and bulletproof thanks to demonic enchantments. “That coat suits you,” Caleb comments, running a hand through his wet hair. He grabs a sword and slides it into the sheath on his back.

Equipment: Camouflage Fur Coat Equipment Level: 10 Equipment Type: Prototype (Unranked) Equipment Description: This coat is a prototype made by Tailor Sam during his youth that doesn't grant its wearer any defensive stats. Instead, the wearer will be able to use the skill , allowing for him or her to blend into their surroundings.

After a few minutes, he returned to Robert outside to prepare his mount. “Hold on, why are you dressed like that?” Robert’s eyebrow rose, surveying Arth’s white long-sleeved winter clothing, with two buttons opened, revealing his chest. It was tucked in to his dark trousers. “What? Why? This is my usual attire,” Arth replied, puzzled, putting on his outer coat that reached down to his knees. “Nothing, I guess,” Robert said, rubbing his chin. “Blue really fits you well, bro. But are you just gonna keep your coat open? You’re not feeling any cold at all?”

I knew winter was around the corner but yet I fought. I warped my coat more, and tightened it after making sure every window was closed. With that I brought out the first pair of cloth from the bag which it was packaged in. “Wow..” it came out better than I expected and the black fur coat was soft, warm and beautiful. The uniform was blue, black and white just a pinch of gold just as we had agreed for the design to come.. but it was perfect.. the quality of the fabric was top notch It already feels like finals.

Royalty. My Lord’s attire had been crafted centuries ago by the blind tailors of the Moon Forge, stitched with thread laced in night-silver and lined with fabric spun from shadowmoth silk. The coat itself was deep maroon—so dark it looked black in certain light—with an underlayer of blood-gold embroidery that traced patterns of serpents and wings across the cuffs and down the spine. Twin clasps of onyx and iron sat like fangs at my chest. A high collar framed my neck, its tips like blades. Across my shoulders rested the mantle: a heavy piece of black velvet edged with ancient runes, the mark of my House glowing faintly in deep crimson at the center—a sun pierced by a sword.

Instead, I looked at my coat that Giselle had stomped on and said, "My coat costs 18 thousand dollars. Who's going to compensate me for it?" Giselle pursed her lips. "18 thousand dollars? You're out of your mind. I bought my coat directly from the manufacturing factory, and it only cost me 5,800 dollars. That fake coat of yours is inferior to mine in every way—from the material to the craftsmanship. I bet you only paid 200 dollars for it!" I ignored her and glanced at my phone. It was almost time for them to show up. Just then, someone knocked on the door and demanded, "Who called the police?"

Not silver, but iron. Still, I can’t feel my wolf. I can’t access the mind-link. I feel utterly empty of any of my lupine gifts as the guard, I presume, tugs me out of the cell toward his comrade, dressed similarly in dark leather and shockingly fine fabric. Golden thread weaves along the seams of a beautiful velvet blue overcoat covering the intricate swirling design of his leather armor. I follow the smooth, polished golden buttons of his coat up to the pointy white collar of his shirt and then his face–

The young man smiled slightly, although he could not possibly have understood me. Perhaps my face translated. I pointed toward the bundle. “May I?” Corren asked for me. The young man nodded. I pulled the wrapping open. Black wool appeared. I stopped. This was not merely expensive cloth. It was an actual riding coat. Used, not ceremonial. The shoulders had been shaped for movement rather than appearance alone, with reinforcement where repeated wear had softened the wool. The cuffs were plain except for narrow structural seams. The collar stood high enough to matter without reaching the jaw.