Arming Coat Novels & Stories

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.

So I nodded. “Wear this and come with me,” I took the coat from him. The material was soft, like Alpha Kane’s coat, but it lacked the fur. The coat had buttons that ran from the collar down to the knees. Intricate lines of silver and gold threads sewn into a bright full moon. Deep red, blue and black threads were intertwined together in an unusual design. I licked my lips. I didn’t know if I was to wear the coat with my clothes or without, but I wore the coat over my clothes. I took a deep breath and went to meet the priest outside the room I was in, where he said he’d be waiting.

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–

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.

The collar had stretched and become misshapen from repeated washing, and the sleeves were fraying at the cuffs. Meanwhile, Ava was wearing a brand-new pink coat with a fur-lined hood. It made her look like a princess. Jamie's down jacket was also brand-new and in an icy blue color. He looked like a fluffy polar bear when he was all wrapped up in the jacket. I was the only one dressed in Ava's old clothes, looking gray and drab. Afraid that Uncle Cole might drive past without seeing me, I gritted my teeth and stepped out of the restroom, standing again in the bitter wind.

Flipping the card over, she burst into laughter as she continued reading: “…getting cold because you never have a coat.” It had to be him. And whoever compared feelings of love to butterflies was completely off the mark. Cole felt more like she had swooning eels in her stomach. She managed to resist pressing the card against her heart like a Jane Austen character receiving a letter. Or dance around with it Disney heroine–style, while bluebirds flew round my head. Then Cole remembered the actual present. She carefully extracted the coat from its tissue wrapping, gave it a shake, and slipped it on. It fit her perfectly—a simple black trench coat with a high collar and a belt that clung to her

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,”

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...

Meanwhile, the custom leather shoes I had bought him—worth thousands—had been left untouched until they gathered dust. He had even criticized my taste, saying the shoes were embarrassing and impossible to wear outside. Back then, I had genuinely believed there was something wrong with my sense of style. Foolish as I had been, I had even humbly asked Chelsea for advice on improving my taste. Looking back, I realized Benjamin simply hated anything I gave him. I kicked the three pairs of shoes aside and walked into the house. The moment I looked up, I saw Chelsea lounging lazily on the couch in my nightgown, watching TV like she owned the place.