Fanfic Book Binding Novels & Stories

She gasped as I tightened my grip and pulled her face up until our noses were touching. “How dare you, Lyra? You signed your pathetic life over to me and I can do and say whatever I please to you. You hold no position to speak to me in that manner.” I snarled and her breath hitched as she started trembling. “Every time you fucking breathe it better be with a reminder that you’re mine! Disobey me and I’ll remind you exactly who you’re bound to.” I snapped and pushed her away roughly.

Twilight was upon us, and I settled myself more comfortably into the window seat. I pulled the book Luna Carla had given me out of my worn tote bag. It had no title on the front, and was bound in a plain, faded purple cover. It was handwritten, rather than printed, with neat, slanting penmanship that had clearly been laboured over. I flicked through it idly, and then I began to read.

Back to the front cover. Kenneth gave me this book as a present. For drawing purposes, I know it's a sketchpad with white blank papers. Just ordinary... Yet now, I'm witnessing with my own two eyes how the plain abstract cover erased its colors, transforming into something red with cursive design at the center. Written in thick italic letters, THE BOOK OF STRINGS wrote itself as if there's an invisible hand with golden ink writing them. If I'm in my right state of mind, I would have screamed, tuck my tails, and bolt to ask for help. But I did nothing of those...

Crystal muttered, smiling as she was led by Angelica to sit by the nearby desk, a few steps after passing the 3rd row of shelves. Angelica placed the book down with a thud before holding the hardbound cover of the said book and flipped it open, the contents revealing printed images with words citated beside or under the photos. The pages itself seemed to be slowly darkening due to oxidation and time. The pages were fragile as if they will be torn just by a mere mistake of flipping them in an unruly way, which explains Angelica’s delicate actions.

he responded, whipping his head around in my direction. "Okay, check them,” I ordered. I buried my face down and ran my eyes through the books, then I saw one that caught my attention. "Realms of the Shifting Shadows: Tales of Fantasy and Fur"’ was boldly written on the binding of the book. The book has intricate designs of werewolves under a glowing moon. I picked up the book and opened the first page, which had been aged. I couldn't tell how long this must have been here. The first page I opened was blank. This prompted me to open the second page; it was practically empty, just like the first. I continued opening until the fifth page because I was counting the number of pages as I flipped

Even then. “I took this the day after his father died,” she murmured. “He didn’t cry.” Then Vivienne rose and walked slowly to the tapestry frame. She lifted a small embroidered cloth from the basket beside it. “I started this when I was pregnant with him,” she said. “I never finished it. Sometimes, I think I didn’t deserve to.” Liara stood and stepped closer. “You were trying.” Vivienne met her eyes. “So are you. Don’t let anyone tell you that loving someone broken makes you weak.”

Then, to the right, and at the end of a long row of books, one book jutted out from the shelf. I pulled it out. It didn’t have a name. It was a leather-bound volume, and its cover had a skeletal hand clutching a wilting rose. I opened the book, skimming through the pages. My stomach turned at some of the rituals inside. Selene was too arrogant, too vein, to resort to grave robbing, and there would be no need to stitch me together if her plan was to take over people’s bodies as she had before. The Binding.

At the center of the cover lies a raised symbol: a drop of blood, intricately detailed, as if about to trickle down the cover, appearing almost alive. The clasp of the book is a masterpiece of brutality and symbolism. Made of heavy metal, it is adorned with tiny skulls and bones, reminders of the lethal power contained within the tome. The clasp seems to demand a blood pact to be opened, with a small blade embedded, ready to make the necessary cut. When I finally open the Bloodbound Codex, I feel the temperature around me drop abruptly, as though the very air had been sucked into the book. The atmosphere becomes denser, heavier, as if the essence of the book were absorbing the vitality aroun

Chapter 154 Summoning Gone Wrong. Lila’s POV My hands shook as I finished drawing the last line of the summoning circle on my old apartment floor. Candlelight flickered across the creaking wooden boards, casting long shadows that seemed to look like they breathe on their own. The air smelled like sage, blood from the small cut on my finger, and my own sweat. I was just an amateur witch. A curious girl who spent too many nights reading forbidden texts online. Tonight I wanted to summon something small. A minor spirit.

And moments later, a thick leather-bound book fell in my hand. *THUD* "Urgh!" My right hand couldn't hold the whole book up so it fell on my right foot. "Goodness! That hurt so much." I held my right foot with both my hands and winced in pain. Why is that book so heavy? After a few moments the pain slowly disappeared. I finally took the book from the ground and opened it. The leather binding has fancy marks in it and has title imprinted on the front.