Deathly Hallows Book Cover Novels & Stories

Bloodlines of the east. Then she stopped. Tucked between two massive books, almost hidden, was a thick book. Black leather. No title on the spine but it drew her attention. The cover was stamped in silver foil: a wolf wreathed in flame, a crown floating above its head. Underneath, In faded script: The west kingdom:a place of fire, control and purity. Hazel's breath caught. The mark on her wrist warmed. She opened the cover And a feeling overwhelmed her like a Warmth.

"Alpha! This was found at the border." He holds out a small package wrapped in black cloth. The scent of dark magic rolls off it in waves. Inside, I find a single page torn from what looks like an ancient book. The illustration shows wolves with glowing fur, healing the sick. Below it, written in what appears to be blood: Did you really think you could hide her forever?

The cover was embossed with a symbol that looked like a twisted, enraged claw mark. Nate crossed the room, the ghost sense of Kieran’s touch still tingling on his skin. He stood beside his chair, close enough to feel the warmth coming from him, and peered down at the pages. The script was old, but the images were brutally clear: depictions of wolves, but different. They were monstrously big, their musculature exaggerated and vicious, with four separate, scary sets of fangs in their gaping maws.

“They knew what they were doing. But maybe-maybe, they used potions. Would they risk the easiness of runes? If I had them all, they-they would be so easy. But potions… they are all around but so, so, hard to manufacture…” I shifted my focus to the unsteady stack of books on the table and saw one on top with a red decorative cover that was so hard to comprehend but the image of red horns, which were in a deeper color, was easy to decipher. The title said; WOUND (Wolves Understanding of Demons) I was so shocked by that last word that I whispered out, “Demons?” The Zeta froze and I cursed, hiding myself behind the bookcase again. Escaping would be impossible because he’d see me running out of t

he asked, pointing to the book. "Of course..." Vinnie said, handing him the brochure. Thane scanned the cover, his eyes narrowing as he looked closely at it. The cover depicted a drawing of a werewolf, a vampire, and witch, in a savage position, poised to attack a helpless human sprawled at their feet. A red danger sign was crossed over the three supernatural creatures, with the caption "The Imminent Threat of Non-Human Entities - A fight for the preservation of Mankind" written boldly on top of it.

The king was focused to Chief Black at once. "We found this in hidden in the belongings of the crown princess, Your Majesty." Chief Black lifted his hand for everyone to see. I gasped and my throat ran dry when I saw what he was holding. It is a black little bottle with black lid. "And we found out that it indeed contains the deadly extract of the poisonous flower Lily of Morte." I felt like my whole world crumbled into ashes. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. It felt like doom was suddenly in front, standing right before me.

He had long forgotten about it because it had been many years and not once had he ever thought about it. Carefully, Lucian unwrapped the box. Inside there was a book. It was unlike anything Lucian had ever seen. The cover was bound in dark, cracked leather, etched with symbols that seemed to shift and writhe when he looked at them. The title was embossed in gold, written in a language he didn’t recognize but could somehow read: The Laws of the Ancient Times. As he touched the cover, a jolt of energy surged through him, making his vision blur. For a moment, he saw flashes of a different world, fiery landscapes, dark thrones, and a figure cloaked in shadow. Then it was gone, leaving him breath

My mother screamed—the correct reaction. “What the fuck?” Sara, my sister, gasped as she walked into the room and squatted next to our father. A large puddle of blood had formed by his face, seeping out from his mouth and nostrils. She pulled a dart out of his arm and smelled it. “Wolfsbane,” she said. “How ironic,” I responded. “What?” She looked at me, confusion on her face. “Well, it was his idea to use wolfsbane darts in battle. It’s pretty ironic that that’s how he dies in the end, eh?”

The inscription on the drawer read 'staffs only. “The greatest Alpha in the werewolf history.” He read the title out as he did always. Like almost all the books Yugo have him, it was old. This one had a green book cover, a thick book jacket that had began to peel, not the greatest sight. The book had weight. As usual, he opened the last page to know how many pages. It was numbered in Roman numerals so he couldn’t tell how many pages but it was certain that it was over a thousand page.

he claimed. He stared at Vacio, wanting to see his face if he was lying. What was he holding just now? A booklet? "What was that?" he asked. That book has a dark cover, almost black, and a few number of pages that made the book thinner than usual. Something was written on the cover of that book… Blaze Harper? "I said what was that?" he demanded.