13 Reasons Why Book Cover Novels & Stories

She raised her hand and with her index finger she brushed the books, reading their titles. There were some that said "satanic pacts" others like "the call of the devil" "the forest and its hidden side" "small town legends" "werewolves and the full moon" and the last one said "Wisconsin Cases". Camila took out that last one, the book was big, it had a red cover with the image of the town itself. But that image was in black and white, as if it was taken years ago.

My eyes caught a beautiful book which has a dark blue cover with a silver coating over it. Picking it in my hands I tried to open it however it was locked. Trying my hairpin to unlock the lock I kissed victory as I opened it only to find out that it's not a book but an album of pictures. This is an album of a newborn small child, turning pages after pages I realised that it's a whole grown-up journey of someone who is looking familiar to me as I am turning pages and the guy's features turning familiar to me. I turned the page and in this set of pictures, he is looking thirteen years old teenager however his eyes are looking empty at some pictures and some sad or lonely or upset.

I stretch up on my toes and pull it out, and seconds later I succeeded like I always do when I put my mind on things. Sending a cloud of dust motes swirling into the air while allowing it for a moment to escape from the shelf, I blew the dust from the cover. There were no words printed on the front or spine, just a simple black leather binding cracking with age, and strange symbol I do not recognize.

More annoying was that he followed me until I reached the house and closed the door on his face. ******* I was reading a book from the library which was luckily found by me. It was hidden behind a large shelf filled with Mr.green eyes family pictures. I hated that shelf the most but then a thought cross my mind, not only rack but I hated everything in this pack. I roamed around in the library which I think held something important because of course, that was why it was hidden. While taking a look at the book I saw a book which's cover was of a girl with her half face covered in blood and her big red gown was torn. The cover somehow intrigued me but just when I started reading it, I heard a k

Most of the covers were just black with huge fonts on the front covers in a language l didn't understand. I screwed up my nose as l looked further down in to the shelves. As l took a thin book from the last shelf , l noticed the difference in it from all the books. While most of the books had grey and yellow pages and we're in fragile condition , this book was a paperback with white pages untouched. It looked brand new and in English.

It had a black thick leather cover and a golden seal on its top. “The Crow.” Lelia said, and a book with a bright red cover appeared in her palms. She turned to a page where the history and image of the crow was shown. Janeka got her mind back to why they were here and what they were going to defeat. “I see your mind is caught up with the black book.” Lelia said, chewing her lips. “That's what we want, isn't it?” Janeka said.

’ ‘No idea… gut feeling’ ‘Or you’re the most intuitive wolf spirit I’ve ever encountered’ ‘Or that’ she replied proud of herself. I peel off the leather cover and find myself admiring and caressing the intricate design of the book cover. In its center, 3 moons are carved in the thick front cover. A full moon in the middle, flanked by to mirrored crescent moons. The full Moon hosts inside of it a tree with arrows instead of leaves, a smooth tree trunk line and 2 symmetrical curved roots pointing right and left. One could tell that the carving was actually burned wood, manufactured in a perfect style, but what was weird and beautiful in fact was that the golden-bronze background was moving, sw

Jacob laughed. “I’ll kick your ass too!” I said as I glared at him. “Kris! We have one more surprise for you.” Penny yelled from behind my front desk. “What?” I looked confused. She walked out carrying a massive book. I recognized what it was right away. It’s the type of book that you use for a portfolio. “You got me a new book?” “Kinda.” Penny showed me the cover. It had a Black Moon with two wolves howling. The leather was fresh as I could smell it. Alec took the cover and opened it for me.

She had to be careful with it in case the pages shattered on contact with her skin. She set the book down carefully on the floor and wiped the dust from the front. Immediately, she jumped in shock. There, on the cover, was the same image she’d seen on her grandma’s leather box, and in the Voynich manuscript. Only this time the strange face on the front of the book wasn’t so surreal—it was as clear as day. It was an image of Scarlet’s face.

The cover of the third book was a silent declaration of victory. Where the previous ones had carried dark and uncertain tones, this one displayed a watercolor in golds and deep blues—colors that evoked sunrises over the ocean, promises kept, and horizons that had finally revealed themselves within reach. The title, engraved in handwritten letters like an intimate confession, was simple and revolutionary: “To Live.”