Fallen Book Cover Novels & Stories

Even its cover was clean, on the cover had the drawings, that Alpha Angelo couldn't understand. Being the first time to hold the book, he was surprised to see the picture of wolves in their full transformation. A full moon shinning above them, then at the far end of the cover there was a hunter with a ring shinning. It appeared to be a reflection from the moon's light, well, it was strange. It was strange because, Alpha Angelo couldn't understand why the picture of a hunter was on the cover. He wished to call Beta Dagon so that they can read it together, but he remembered.

Adrian disagreed. "Read this one." "No." Adrian narrowed his eyes. "You didn't even look at the cover." "I don't need to." "You absolutely do." "I absolutely don't." Adrian held the book higher. The cover depicted a handsome knight carrying a wounded prince through a snowstorm. Cassian stared at it for exactly two seconds. Then he looked away. "No." "You judged it." "I assessed it." "You judged it." "It has a glowing sword on the cover." "The sword is symbolic."

The air was rich with the scent of aged paper and leather, a comforting contrast to the acrid smoke that haunted the streets outside. I moved slowly through towering shelves, fingertips skimming the spines of long-forgotten volumes. Titles embossed in faded gold hinted at lost wisdom: Histories of the Old World, Chronicles of Unity, Legends of the Phoenix. The last caught my attention—a striking cover depicting a phoenix rising from a blaze, wings spread wide.

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.”

“You left this behind.” “How? What?” Amilia stammered. “You were busy with other things so I figured that I’ll just pick this up for you,” the Fallen shamelessly said. “I mean, you were supposed to be somewhere, right? What are you doing here?” Amilia looked around her but there was no other being in sight aside from the both of them. She looked at the Fallen again and to the grimoire in his hands. She walked up to him and tried to get the book but the Fallen was quick to dodge her hand and raised the book. Because he was taller than her, reaching it would be a problem.

But one painting wasn’t hers. At the center of the gallery stood a large, framed canvas, bold and haunting. It drew every eye, commanding attention. Nora froze, her pulse spiking. The brushstrokes were familiar yet foreign, raw yet intimate. The painting depicted her: curled on a bed, head tucked into her knees, hair falling freely, face half-lit with shadows and tears streaking her cheeks. And yet… she looked powerful. Vulnerable, but unbroken. Alive. The title, scrawled across the bottom in confident letters, hit her like a punch: “The Girl I Ruined But Still Love.”

“That’s—that’s—” “He established a scholarship in my mother’s name.” I could barely get the words out. “He remembered her. He honored her.” Another box. Inside was a leather-bound book. I opened it carefully. Photos. But not a regular album. These were moments I didn’t even know had been captured. Professional photographs, beautifully composed. Me at Veridian’s opening night, radiant with joy. Me laughing with Maya. Me standing in front of the restaurant, looking up at the building with pride. Me at my desk, working, completely absorbed.

I will tell you about the story of how my life was turned up side down. How fate decided to toy with me, and treated me like a ragdoll. Tossing me upside down, taking me to my breaking point. Over and over again. This is not a book for the faint hearted. There will be tragic sadness loss of a mate. The gruesome demon slaughtering. The struggle and realization of a vain reality, of what we presumed our life to be. This book will be deep, dark and sensually erotic.

Bella's POV I took a quick shower wearing a Navy blue long sleeved Chinese collared dress which hugged my body at the top with a lace bodice and flowed freely from my waist with a silky fabric that rested right under my knees. I wore the outfit with white four inch ankle boots to hide the bandages. Even though my feet ached but I had to look presentable. "Mommy!" Dylan's voice boomed through my room, "Dad said you should hurry up, else he is leaving without you!"

It’s also very unlikely for me to walk back home. Skylar🌸: Oh alright. Sorry again for ditching you. Love you! Night boo. I smiled and typed back. Love you too! Night. I placed my phone on the bedside table and grabbed a book that I started reading yesterday. 'Before I Fall' by Lauren Oliver. At some point while reading, my eyes slowly gave up on me and I fell asleep in my dress and with the book in hand.