Arming Coat Novels & Stories

Halbart also chuckled, “Then, please take good care of this coat for me, Mr. Watt. It is very precious to me.” The coat was riddled with holes. It had been sewn many times and was in a dilapidated state. Many areas of the coat were jet black. There was a distinct odor of blood that was soaked into the fabric. Halbart considered all of these to be his treasures and honors. This coat was given to him by his former commander on the battlefield many years ago as a personal reward. As a result, he continued to wear it until now. Halbart would put on his military coat, which he had worn for decades, every winter...

Too bad it took dying for me to realize that! He’s wearing layers of dark fabric, draped heavily over his body, the black so deep it almost swallows the pale blue glow threading through the cavern. The material looks pretty expensive in a way I can’t explain, but it looks fitting too and it’s embroidered like those noble clothing Elyra and I always fantasized about wearing. A long outer coat falls nearly to the ground behind him, the edges trimmed in silver-white fur dusted faintly with frost that never melts. The shoulders are structured sharply enough to make him seem even broader somehow, though nothing about him needs help appearing intimidating.

The Morning Coat is a black single-breasted coat with a single-button closure and a peaked lapel, which were beautifully decorated with golden embroidery. From his outfit and aura, you could tell that he is of noble lineage. The moment he stepped forward and my eyes locked on him, I felt strangely unsettled. There was something about him that bugs me to beware of him. To stay far away from him. When he was just a few steps away from us, I unconsciously took a step back away from him, which had him stopping in his track. A surprise and something else flashed across his face, and before I could tell what it was, he had replaced it with a smile. Even the smile got me dreading what’s behind it.

I was still wearing that same faded gray cloak, sleeves patched with mismatched thread where the fabric had torn. But the new coat on the table was made from fine fur, trimmed carefully with silver edging. The image froze there. "That coat..." my father whispered. "You made it?" I couldn't speak. But the answer was already clear.

But right now, with how hard my heart was thumping, I needed the garden. “I don’t think you are dressed for a garden trip,” Laura frowned slightly as she rejected my idea. I looked down at the white fur coat that Ronan had given me this morning. Every strand contributed to its beauty and the knowledge that this was something made from the bodies of our ancestors made it feel a lot more sacred. Yet, Ronan had insisted that I put it on because of how regal it made me look. I pulled the coat around me a little tighter, “I just need to be close enough to see the flowers and smell them,”

I had to do something and fast. Ama. It was Thursday. I was tired of staying in the house all alone so I dressed up for work. I wore a red and black pant suit set without the suit. I parted my hair at the side and styled it in a slicked back ponytail. I proceeded to conceal my face with a product I got newly called face coat. I really liked the product as I could use it without apply any other thing and my face would be glowing.

She stood at the gate with a smile and greeted him: "Hi." The boy, lips nearly purple from the cold, lifted his head. Kate, as confident as ever, stepped inside and placed the thermos beside him. "Stand up." The boy, almost frozen, slowly got to his feet. Kate wrapped the coat around him. It was so thick, not even a trace of cold could seep through. She looked at her creation and sighed: "Perfect..." The boy looked down at himself. The coat was burgundy, lined with sheepskin on the inside, making it incredibly warm. Almost stammering, he whispered:

"I made this from my own fur! It can protect you!" To others, that small coat emitted ghost cub resentment energy. The silver-white fur was filled with the wails of countless suffering souls, and every stitch contained the despair of a cub's tragic death. But in my eyes, this was just a thoughtful gift from my daughter. 【Ghost cub's life-fur! Wearing it grants immunity to most mental attacks!】 【This is definitely an SS-grade defensive item!】 【Does she even realize how terrifying a thing this is?!】 Touched, I accepted the coat and immediately put it on. "It fits perfectly. Thank you, sweetheart."

She needs to see the witch! Kitty jumped out of bed and grabbed her coat. It wasn't exactly "cold" cold outside yet, but she loves this black trench coat Erebus got her. It's soft and warm with a decent weight and a scarlet hood. It was a bit bigger than her size so she felt like being hugged and tucked in. It makes her feel safe.

After that, we went back to our room to take a shower and get ready. When I finished taking a shower, I took out my uniform, gosh, it's so simple but she's beautiful, because it's just Coak with a Color gold lining on the side of its sleeve and a Campo de Iris Academy logo on its heart, she By the way, the cloak that serves as our uniform has three colors, black, white, gold, when you wear black it means you are a man, when it is white it means you are a woman, and when you wear gold it means you are one of the royalties, as for the interior, they say we will take care of our interior, even if you don't have an interior you can hahaha...