Anime Book Covers Novels & Stories

The first volume of Strange Short Stories is now available on a****n as an ebook and physical book! Why should I buy it if I can read for free here? -The book on a****n has an extra chapter and illustrations that are not available on wenovel or goodnovel. The book on a****n contains corrected and improved versions of all the stories, leading to a whole new reading experience! (I'm sorry to leave you with the old version, but I preferred not to get rid of the originals!)

“Yes. You are looking for a book cover, right?” “Yes, but I can’t find something on the internet.” “Here.” “Is this us?” “Yes. I just changed some features to make it more suitable for your character’s face.” “I’ll pay you for this masterpiece.” “Kiss and a hug would be enough.” “You don’t want me to give you a head?” “The fuck, Annalise?!” “I’m just kidding, Zeno! Stop! It tickles!” “You’re saying something that you wouldn’t even do.”

FACEBOOK: Stella KMary) ***ABOUT THE COVER*** Thank you instagram user @puppeshirouotome, my lovely readner and an amazing artist, who draw this picture for me when you know I want an illustration as a cover. :) Thank you very much. It's nice knowing you. Thank you for choosing this story. I hope you have fun reading. Have a nice day, and take care. :)

The book has a black leather cover and on the center of the cover, there is a glass bulging bubble that's filled with some kind of red liquid. Please don't be blood. I bend to pick up the book and stumble back a bit. It's heavy and I lug it into the room kicking the door shut with the back of my heel before moving to sit down on my bed. "Who left you at my door." I openly think as I read over the cover. Elgadah Furrucci presents. Advanced Spells and Enchantments. English translation. The words are printed in italics across the cover. I run my hand over the cover and I can feel the light layer of dust on it. My hand stops at the glass bubble and I avoid touching that part.

Yam sliced it open slowly, hands trembling. Inside was their book. “The Art of Staying.” Cover: a sunflower. A crooked shelf. Two mugs—one chipped. And behind it all, the suggestion of a fan, mid-spin. Franc stared at it like it might whisper back. “Feels unreal,” Yam said. Franc flipped through pages. Some with artwork. Others with Yam’s poetry. Their story—wired beginnings and all—now bound in matte finish. “I think this book breathes,” Franc said.

It was not all, the cover was the eyes of werewolves. My brows furrowed in keen interest as well as something I can't name settling within me. Without thinking further, my hand took out the book and the front cover showed the face of werewolves with its eyes glowing in a golden hue. I brushed my fingers on the cover, mesmerized by the image. It was delicately printed and made.

Manik smiles. The white Iru enveloping him vanishes. “Harasho is the most reasonable dogma. You can say that it projects the current life.” Manik reaches into his jacket pockets and draws their contents. There are two books on his hands. A pink book with a couple smiling at each other on a heart frame on the cover is on his right hand and a red book with a short hair woman crying on the cover is on his left hand. “Which Doujin do you like, Your Highness?” Manik asked.

Just a crescent white moon etched in the center of the cover. My fingers close around it. It’s cold. I glance back at Alex and Ava. They’re speaking in low voices, Alex watching her like a hawk. Good. I open the book, flipping through pages quickly. Hand written text in cursive with black and white pictures of symbols, and unknown diagrams fills the worn page. I squint my eyes and look through the small text until I find what I'm looking for. Mana Wolves. The words almost glow on the page. My heart skips a beat. This is it.

While I might not know many words yet, I know enough that I can read the title of this book. “The Story of Carnelia the Great,” I mumble to myself. Opening the book to the first page I see the name “Primus” scrawled in an uneven hand on the cover. So this was his as a child. I smile, thinking of what a little monster he must have been like as I turn to the title page. “CARNELIA” is hand-lettered in bold calligraphy. Underneath, is the image of a gold and red dragon, her body curled in the sky, replacing the sun.

Aino. He held a large, exquisitely bound book open on his lap. Not a children’s picture book. A tome. The cover gleamed with gold embossing I recognized even from across the room, Akseli Gallen-Kallela’s Kalevala illustrations. Rarest of the rare. My breath hitched. Aino was tracing a vibrant illustration of the Sampo with a small, reverent finger, chattering animatedly. Ethan listened, his profile serious but softened, nodding occasionally, pointing to something on the page, his deep voice a low rumble I couldn’t quite decipher but that held an unfamiliar warmth.