Onyx Storm Book Cover Novels & Stories

Alfred mistook my silence for embarrassment and pitifully offered me a glass of red wine. "Nelson, you've got to get out more. Stop obsessing over women all the time. Check this out. This bottle's on the house. Thirty thousand dollars a pop, reserved only for the big shots like us. This one bottle could easily pay your rent for the next few years. Here, try some," he said, handing me a glass.

"That’s odd. It’s unlike any mark I have seen in this pack." Storm shrugged, "well, Aaro is unlike any fucking woman I know." I had a snowflake and a crescent moon, probably because of the last name Snowden and because Storm belonged to the Winter Bone pack. But to me, it was pretty fucking obvious why Storm had the mark he did. It’s because I’m from the Iron River pack. I had snow to represent Storm and he had water to represent me.

It was a book bound in hard blue covers and etched along the spine in gold letters was the word; “Khione.” “Khione,” She repeated, it was something they had been calling her, maybe she might find something here. “Let’s start with you then.” She smiled and turned away from the shelf, back to the table but paused when she noticed another book that was misplaced, she moved closer till she could read the words etched on the spine. Osyron. She ran her finger along the book’s spine, wrapped her fingers around so she could have a good grip, and then she pulled. She would read this one first.

As he grabs the orange books, he feels the hard cover and runs his hand on the embossed title – The Darkest Minds. He notices a weird symbol on its cover, it doesn’t seem to be out of the ordinary. A book has got to have an interesting cover, hasn’t it? As he opens the cover to explore its pages, something falls out – it was a bookmark. He picks it up from the floor and he presses it at the very back of the book to lessen the chance of it falling again. He feels the pages and one can tell how expensive the printing must be on this book. It doesn’t feel like ordinary paper. It is definitely something a bookworm will appreciate for the rest of their life. It's to bad, he got his hands on the s

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.

Alexi was about to take them on, this war was going to be won, and it was going to be won by her pack. Alexi stared at the witch who had to be centuries old; she looked every bit like a dark witch should look, right down to the wart on her nose, scraggly black hair, and piercing black eyes. Alexi saw the witch throwing a fireball at her. As Alexi laughed and hurled water balls into the air, the fireballs fizzled and turned into embers in the air. As Alexi made a small tornado just for the witch, she tossed her miles away, ejecting her from the pack. It was her original plan at least, but the witch escaped her tornado. Alexi shakes her head, thinking this witch thinks she can beat me. Alexi d

Without looking to Owen for confirmation, I say, “We do. Please, explain.” She opens her bag and removes a few tattered paperbacks. The spines are unreadable, they’ve been cracked in so many places. One is missing a cover. All of them have a forest of neon tabs jutting out from their sides. I hear Hannah’s audible gasp of delight and admiration. I’m surprised she doesn’t ask for the brand, style, and inventory number of the tabs. “Our pack is so obsessed with the story of our origins, that we ignore the story of our ending.” She opens one of the books and it lays flat, pages perilously close to falling out. There’s a woodcut illustration of Fenrir devouring Odin.

~IVY~ It's another day in the library and Roxie is pretending to read about the anatomy of werewolves while I think of the Ebon Testament. I eye the cover of the book warily. “You know, if you keep using that book cover for all your erotic novels, someone is bound to suspect something.” With her face entirely hidden by the book, Roxie asks, “And how will they notice?” “Won't it be strange that you've been reading one book for straight three weeks?” I ask. “A werewolf anatomy book nonetheless. You should change the covers.”

“Hello.” “....” Silence. There’s no answer from across the phone. “Yeobseyo.” “....” Suddenly the caller hung up. Tiara just fell silent while staring at the phone screen. Weird. “Is it trying to scare me?” Tiara put the phone back down. Her hands are moving to clean up the old book. The book with the cover of ‘The Power of Darkness’ has a unique shape. The carving of roses with minimalist style on the cover looks real. Tiara’s never seen a book cover like this before. She tried to open the book, but it couldn’t open.

My body felt as if it were on fire. Every nerve ending was pulsing in hot agony. I felt Onyx break the restraints in my mind, making my head pulse with tiny explosions of pain. Then he forced the shift, all within a matter of seconds. ‘Where the hell have you been?’ ‘Later,’ he growled, ‘I have some business to take care of first.’ I knew exactly what business he was referring to. Onyx was a bloodthirsty wolf. He loved the hunt. Loved being on the front lines. But more importantly, he loves to protect.