Fallen Book Cover Novels & Stories

Noah looked back and saw the first two glare at Noah as they flew and he stuck his tongue out at them then went back to following Venux. Venux looked ahead and stared at Venux a bit. She was beautiful, with long pale violet faded white hair, a pale purple dress with white lace on the trims, the sleeves were more of cups just sticking to her skin and revealing her shoulders, bright golden halo, and lace that followed her everywhere for protection. Venux wasn't only gorgeous and pretty but she was also kind-hearted and sweet, and that's why Noah liked having a friend like her.

Asher POV ​My name is Asher Steele. I am 29 years old; I am the Alpha of Crimson Blood Pack. I have the largest pack in the country. I don’t tolerate mistakes or half-ass shit. I run a tight ship and everyone in this pack knows it. ​“Alpha?” My Bata and best friend say as he knocks and pocks his head in with a scared look on his face. “Yes?” I say while looking up at him. “You know that mission you posted 4 days ago? Well let me say that whoever did it completed it and is already home and here’s your report and the victims are back and said that the girl was a badass and something along the lines of wanting you to go to her pack and thank her for saving them..” he says while trying to hide h

“S…s…six years ago. It was June.” Henrik noticed the sunlight reflecting brightly off something next to the body and picked it up. It was a small glass vial that was marked ‘Cloaking Potion’ with very faded ink, and at the bottom was an alchemist’s monogram bearing the initials R.W. It appeared that Gamma Sam went to great lengths to ensure this body was never found, and Dane was determined to know the reason why. Henrik and Wei were left to bury the remains again, but this time in a much deeper hole than the one that was easily uncovered. Dane took off his clothes, threw them in his backpack with the fabric scrap and potion, and shifted to his powerful dark brown wolf Stig.

The cover of the book was made of the same material as it's pages. and if we give it a close look we can see the sketch is about a fallen angel, our ancestors. The angel's wings are detached from her back, same as the fallen angels who were punished by chopping off their wings. I randomly opened a page, the language wasn't english, it had some weird hand written notes. I don't remember knowing any such language. Its alphabets were more like a design than any normal letter. But surprisingly I could read them! Like how tf?! I know, I don't know these letters but somehow I could understand them. Weird affff.

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.

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.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

I stopped crying after several hours and JD stayed with me the whole time. Before long, the day finally ended. This marked the end of whatever illusion I had of ever being with Adrian and the end of The Decadence of The Fallen as well. We were a band no more after that and the girl who once fell for the "Ice Prince" had given up on trying to melt his frozen heart.

But at this moment, he realized that I was gone for good. My wings had long grown strong enough to shatter the cage he had built around me. “Irina…” he murmured. The madness in his eyes was replaced by regret that had come a little too late. I did not spare him another glance. Protected by Professor Lawson and the security officers, I left without looking back. Sunlight streamed through the shaded path and cast a long shadow behind me. This time, I had rewritten my life on my own.

Looking stunned and confused, I reached out to get it. I thought I would feel dust on my hands the moment I carried it but it was as neat as a new book, though it has had a long shelf life. The book’s cover was made of dark, weathered leather, marked with deep, faintly visible cracks and scars from age. And centered on the cover was an intricate metal seal in the shape of a mysterious crest, tarnished and dull, yet radiating a sense of power. Around the seal were faded engravings and symbols, barely visible but hinting at arcane knowledge. The corners were reinforced with old brass fittings, adding to its ancient aura.