Anime Book Covers Novels & Stories

’ She was no stranger to anime as she used to watch and read it back when she was at this age as well. She couldn’t even keep count as to how many she has watched and read. She even attended the comicon plenty of times. And has even worked with a company to turn her book into a manga. “Hey, Frances..he’s here..” Annalise nudged her, pointing to the teenage boy using her puckered lips. As Frances looked up, her heart skipped a beat. ‘Alvin!’

Its cover bore a sigil she recognized from his ring a crescent moon entwined with a wolf’s head. She nodded obediently, but curiosity clawed at her like an itch under the skin. When he left the room, she stared at the red book until the shadows grew long. Then, unable to resist, she touched the cover. The leather pulsed beneath her fingers alive. The latch came undone with a soft click. Inside, the pages were filled with hand-drawn diagrams of moons, human anatomy, and wolves mid-shift bones cracking, bodies half-transformed. Beneath one sketch was a name scrawled in ink:

My three best friends are as well. “Come on, open it!” Carmen encouraged her after they hugged, up looking at the package I handed her. Sawyer rips open the paper with a gasp when she sees the contents. It’s the complete box set of Vampire Knight in English translation. With it, I attached a peach skin body pillow cover. Carmen said it would be perfect for her since it’s her favorite anime. “Oh my gosh, Carmen, thank you!” Sawyer hugs Carmen with so much joy on her face.

And there it is, in all its glory— her masterpiece, Bonded, the very book that has thrust me into this surreal nightmare. As I scroll down, I gasp in anxiety as my gaze catches another book. Bonded II, it’s called, its art cover adorned with striking imagery that sends a chill down my spine. The cover has Hugh in it, behind him is his gray wolf, but unlike the first book, Yvanna isn’t in there with him. It isn’t just the artwork that makes my blood run cold—it’s also the name emblazoned across the bottom part of the cover, in an elegant script that strikes a jolt of recognition coursing through my veins. My name: Anastasia Sanchez.