Blade Trench Coat Novels & Stories

Lean, but cut with muscle, she wore a long black coat—something Death would have worn if he wanted to modernize his cloak to something more fashionable. She left the coat hanging open. It flapped back and forth with the stormy breeze traveling throughout the room. Under the coat was what could only be described as a cat-burglar suit—black and skin tight, leather with two large daggers strapped to her thighs. Black boots finished the look off. Silver hooks stuck out the tips.

Each button on the coat was crafted from polished brass, gleaming in the dim light of the room. Beneath the coat, the guard wore a pristine white shirt with a stiff collar, accentuated by a black bowtie that contrasted starkly against the paleness of the fabric. His trousers were a dark grey, tailored to fit him perfectly, and tapered down to a pair of gleaming black boots that shone in the light.

The front collar of the coat folded back, with a silver and black design of a wolf on both flaps. A hood was connected, which he was currently wearing. It hung low on his face, giving him a mysterious appearance. If I didn’t know who he was already, it would be difficult for me to identify him. The trench coat hung open, revealing a black shirt under it, with two black straps, with silver buckles. It looked as if the straps were to keep the coat together. His outfit also consisted of black leather pants and black combat boots, with a strap moving across his back, where a sword is meant to be placed.

I need to keep my self-esteem up before my social anxiety gets the better of me. Zane steps out in black jeans, a dark red t-shirt, black boots, and his trench coat. I like his trench coat, and he wears it open. It's a simple steampunk-styled trench coat. It has twelve silver buttons with a design on the buttons, and it goes to his knees. He seems to favor this trench coat since I’ve seen him wear it on three different occasions now. I notice it has a hood on it, but I haven’t seen him wear it with the hood up. He is sexy, I think, as we leave the room to go to the dining hall.

"Just for your information, you don't need a jacket. It burns here in summer." Matsyaa looked up at him and then down on her, "Oh, this! It's not a jacket. It's blouson." "A what?" Prem knitted his eyebrows and she explained, "A blouson. Um, a shrug. Like an overthrow? And, don't worry, it's made up of high-end cotton. It's very comfortable."

When I finally excused myself, I practically bolted for the third floor. The boutique for Daniel’s coat was quiet, the walls lined with dark wood and heavy fabrics. I found the coat almost immediately. It was a thick, navy wool with brass buttons. It was sturdy. It was practical. It was nothing like the velvet capes Kieran used to buy him. I liked it. As I stood at the register, waiting for the clerk to wrap it, I looked out the window of the boutique. It faced the inner atrium of the mall. And that’s when I saw him.

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.

“Uncle Cor, do you have any idea about the apparition on the cliff?” “What brings that up?” “I was bitten by a ghost underwater! You said you’re aware of what's going on with me. Please tell me.” I slid my fingers on the hem of the coat and that's when I found out that my nails are back to their usual and decent appearance. The coat has a silver lock where the design is a full moon brooch that is cut in half. The cotton itself is soft like fur rubbed onto my palms. And this includes a hood too. He sat on the cemented fence of the flowers. "From now on, start wearing that coat to conceal your power."

Rhea steps out of the restroom stall, her skin crawling. The emerald silk is so light it feels like a cold breeze against her bare skin. Without a bra or lace to protect her, she feels dangerously exposed; every movement of her body causes the fabric to shift in a way that makes her breath catch. She throws her long trench coat over her shoulders, buttoning it up to her chin. To anyone else, she looks like a woman preparing for a rainy evening. But to the man in the corner office, the coat is just a temporary curtain.

I saw that Estrebelle took a black fur coat that I felt was from a big bear because of its thickness. "This is it, lady Alessia. He is thick but he has a bit of weight, is this okay with you?" Estrebelle taught me. First, I fixed how my top was stuck to my pants. This is a high waist pants and I look like a retro-style model in this outfit. I approached Estrebelle and looked at it. This coat is indeed heavy, but I'm sure I won't be too cold when I get to Mythion. The thickness is enough for me not to get hypothermia.