Onyx Storm Book Cover Novels & Stories

Thank you so much for reading The Snow Storm! If you would like to find out more about what happens to Owen and the rest of the Williamson family then check out the sequel, Murder Motel. Here is a sneak peak of the book.. Chapter One September 17, 2007 “Am I speaking to a mister Owen Matthews?” “Um, yeah, that would be me.. Can I help you?” He does not recognize the female voice on the other end of the line but he has to admit, it is a beautiful voice. He would know how to spot a lovely voice, considering her heard random voices all day long.

‘Such an aligist,’ Melora said. ‘That’s a good thing, you know.’ ‘Uh. I need a refresh my insults.’ I skimmed through the words, searching for something useful or related to it. The symbol was a pair of eyes enclosed in a kind of compass. The book was colored and these eyes were white, with the eyelids—representing skin—pale as snow. It had to be it. “There’s nothing here.” Ian tried to look into what I was reading but came out confused. “You can read this sh*t?”

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

’ ‘No idea… gut feeling’ ‘Or you’re the most intuitive wolf spirit I’ve ever encountered’ ‘Or that’ she replied proud of herself. I peel off the leather cover and find myself admiring and caressing the intricate design of the book cover. In its center, 3 moons are carved in the thick front cover. A full moon in the middle, flanked by to mirrored crescent moons. The full Moon hosts inside of it a tree with arrows instead of leaves, a smooth tree trunk line and 2 symmetrical curved roots pointing right and left. One could tell that the carving was actually burned wood, manufactured in a perfect style, but what was weird and beautiful in fact was that the golden-bronze background was moving, sw

"Alright... what am I supposed to get?" Conor’s grin stretched wide. "That's my girl." He flipped open the old, worn-out book in front of us, turning the pages until he stopped at a symbol etched in thick, black ink. It was a large, dark ring with two triangles meeting at the top in a straight line. Inside the circle, two more triangles—sharp, like a wolf's canines—flanked either side of the line. The image stirred something in me. It felt oddly familiar.

Then the shadows exploded. Dark energy crashed across the ruins like a storm wave. Warriors screamed as they were thrown backward violently. Several wolves slammed into trees hard enough to crack the bark. The chains holding Damian rattled loudly. Orion cursed under his breath.And then she appeared. Nyx stepped out from the darkness slowly. Her black robes flowed around her like smoke. Silver symbols glowed faintly across her skin, and her silver eyes burned brighter than I had ever seen before. The moment she appeared, every shadow around the ruins bent toward her.

Stamped into the cover was a symbol: an eye inside a triangle, surrounded by curling, intricate lines that almost seemed alive. “What is this?” Leila asked, keeping her voice steady. Christina gave her a look that said she was either testing her or trying to decide how much to say. “This,” she said at last, “is why you’ve been dodging mustard jackets and cleaning up after dead archaeologists.” Leila’s heart skipped a beat. She sat down, sliding the book toward her. It was heavier than it looked, its weight a promise of bad news. “Oh my! Explain,” she said, flipping it open.

his fingers trace idle patterns on her hip while he waits for her answer, content just to hold her like this while she relaxes against him. “Ohhh, a detective novel,” Harper said playfully and her gaze roamed over the book cover for the novel ‘The orphanage by the Lake’ by Daniel G. Miller. The title is written in large white capital letters at the top of the cover, where ‘ORPHANAGE’ and ‘LAKE’ appears in larger font. The centre of the cover features a large, old mansion situated directly beside a lake. The mansion appears symmetrical, with multiple windows and several chimneys rising from the roof. One or two windows glows with warm yellow light, standing out against the otherwise dark buil

After I discovered the bugging device, I used the promotion I had worked ten years to earn as cover to ensure her safety. However, what I received in return was her relentless pursuit of revenge. I would never forget the horror of being dragged hundreds of miles behind a car. A flicker of hatred surged in my eyes at the thought of this. “Ms. Lynn is always measured in her actions. We don’t need to worry.” Wynnie’s expression softened slightly when she noticed that I was not making a big deal out of the watch At that moment, Ash came running over, wheezing and dragging his suitcase.

October held onto Alistair's hand as the roars got louder, and fire was set to parts of the village which was evacuated. The first to step into the clearing were two big, hairy beasts, they stopped to grin, showing off their nasty yellow teeth. Onyx was the last to enter, carried by a group of vampires on a gold and black throne, that was decorated with skulls, bones and swords. "If I live through this, I want to make an entrance like that," someone joked. "Can't we just attack now?" Someone else asked. October somehow managed to move closer to Alistair when they placed Onyx on his feet, Alistair squeezed her hand.