Leather Bound Dracula Book Novels & Stories

The complete volume of the World Almanac on the top row, varying books about business and commerce on the middle, and a compilation of untitled white leather-bound books on the bottom. The white books caught my attention quickly. Weird. It looked specifically custom-made. I was almost tempted to open one of them when I found a familiar-looking book placed singularly at the far corner of the shelf. It was bound using black lamb skin. The title written on the spine made me frown as I read it. ‘The God’s Emerald Eyes.’

I still have to survive tonight. The servants work quietly and efficiently. I’m bathed, dried and brushed. My hair is smoothed into long, flowing waves that spill down my back. I’m dressed in a simple white gown: a soft fabric with high slits at the sides, and a neckline that reveals just enough to make my skin feel exposed. One servant reaches for a vial of scented oil, but is stopped instantly by the other girl who grabs her wrist, eyes wide with alarm. “No perfume,” she says sharply. “The Lycan King gave strict orders. Not even scented powder.”

keeping a magical diary hidden where no shifter's nose could find it. I reached into the dark crevice and pulled out a book bound in shimmering midnight-blue dragon-hide. It was cold to the touch and locked with a blood-seal. I bit my thumb, pressing a drop of crimson to the lock. The leather groaned, the book fluttering open as if it were breathing.

The room filled with a blinding light, and I shielded my eyes. When the glow subsided, I blinked, staring at the pages before we held open in Uncle Lucifer’s hands. The pages were filled with symbols, diagrams, and cryptic text. Millie stepped closer, as I stayed close to her. “What does the book say?” she asked looking at the large leather book. Lucifer’s eyes glowed with an otherworldly purple light as he read aloud: “The Cult of Draconis Cor.” Uncle Lucifer said in a low rumbling growl.

she retorted. "Oh, please. Her life isn't at stake here. But yours is." I took the drenched books out of the bag and tossed them on the coffee table. They had a particular smell to them. I picked one up and examined it. It seemed to be bound by animal skin. The paper used was papyrus and the ink used was... I took a closer look and then took a whiff. Blood. There was no doubt that these books were invaluable. She walked closer to them and I saw fear slither into her eyes the moment she read the titles. "He knows."

I crouched beside him just as he reached into the dark space and pulled something out. A thick, leather-bound book. My breath caught and He held it up to me like it was the Holy Grail. It was dark, ancient, the leather cracked and lined with strange glyphs that gave off a weird sound. “Is that it?” I whispered. “It has to be,” he replied. “It’s just like I glimpsed the other day and it looks as described.” He handed it to me. My hands trembled as I took it. I tried to flip it open. I didn’t move.

Besides, I am getting used to how odd he and Morana can sometimes be. Thankfully my classes seem to go by faster than normal, so before I know it, I find myself sitting at the fountain alone, waiting for Morana. I visited the library in between classes and checked out a few books since mine are at my house and Alec doesn't want me going there to get them. He says it's not worth the risk. I am reading Dracula by Bram Stoker now. I am so caught up in the book that I did not notice Andras's approach. I am so startled when he suddenly sits down beside me that I drop the book.

It clicked open with a heavy scrape. Inside rested a single, ancient book bound in cracked, blackened leather, its cover adorned with a faded silver crest of a crowned wolf. Valerius carefully lifted the heavy book, placing it onto a wide wooden reading desk nearby. The parchment pages were yellowed and brittle with age. He turned the pages slowly, his long fingers moving with practiced reverence, until he stopped near the middle of the text. "Here," Valerius whispered. I leaned in close, my breath catching in my throat as I stared down at the dark, elegant script written in the ancient Lycan tongue. Though the words were old, Valerius began to read them aloud, translating the passage for me

"I have a theory." Draco said as he flipped the pages of the old book. It was called the book of supernaturals. A small leather bound book that had information on every recorded supernatural. Gabriel had called Draco the minute he left Elliot who had been thoroughly confused by his request. Draco had come over quickly and Gabriel ushered him into his study and locked the door behind them. It was still early, too early for Lori to wake up so he knew they had a few more minutes to themselves before she woke up.

Somehow, despite the world’s chaos, despite the Dead Viles, despite Demoor and the curse that shadowed us, he remained innocent— unaware of the darkness swirling around our lives. I lingered for a moment, brushing his soft hair back from his forehead before retreating from his room… Back in the room, I drifted toward the window and the small extended seat built there, attached. Behind the cushion, hidden away, lay the books I had taken from the palace’s restricted sanctum— the ones Lucien had not noticed. My fingers found the familiar leather-bound spine of the book Lunareeth. As I drew it out, the air seemed to thicken. There was a subtle shift, almost imperceptible, but Dravara, coiled in