Original Burn Book Cover Novels & Stories

“You, my friend, are wise beyond your advanced years.” He inclines his head at me. “Thank you, Princess. High praise indeed.” When we finish, I go to my room and shower, bypassing breakfast with Ailduin, Anastasia and Buppig. While my stomach is grumbling with hunger, I ignore it and head straight to the library, getting the Book of Prophecies off the shelf and sitting at a table to begin reading. When I sit, I run my hand over the book cover. The top left quarter of it is no longer glowing brightly. It’s gone from a shiny gold color to that of iron, making it stand out on the cover.

People destroyed what they wanted forgotten but they rarely destroyed everything, something always survived. By the time I reached the oldest section of the library, dust covered the hem of my dress and cobwebs clung to the shelves. I ignored both and moved deeper into the room, searching through records that looked old enough to crumble if I breathed too hard. Most were useless, then I saw a black leather book wedged between two larger volumes, it had no title, only a symbol pressed into its cover… a crescent moon surrounded by tiny flames. I froze as my palm burned then slowly, I reached for it. The instant my fingers touched the leather, heat raced through my hand so violently that I near

The sun had long since set, and the library was now lit only by the warm glow of brass lamps. Piles of rejected books cluttered the tables like tombstones of dead theories. Fennigan reached for the very last book in the stack. It was a crumbling, nondescript tome bound in gray hide that looked like it had survived a fire. The title on the spine had worn away centuries ago. He opened it carefully, the binding cracking in protest. He flipped past pages of ancient genealogy and territory maps until he stopped near the end. His finger traced a faded illustration of a wolf surrounded by symbols of fire, water, earth, and air.

I was afraid of touching it when he handed it to me. “This is the last of the four copies the author had made. You can read it if you like. I am giving this to you.” “In The Gods Own Hands, ” I read the title out loud. Lambskin. The book was covered with lambskin. No wonder it looked ancient, especially with a magnificently done engraving of the title and the author’s name. “Why would you give this to me?” I asked, looking at him who leaned against the bookshelf, arms crossed to his chest and eyes locked on me

He tilts his head with concern when I look back at him. “Just promise me.” I wipe the tears from my face. “Please.” “Okay, I promise won’t get mad.” He shakes his head, not understanding why he would need to promise that. I take the dragon scale gloves from Pan and carefully unwrap the leather strings holding the bag closed. I reach inside and grab the massive book by the spine. I wait a moment to prepare myself before I slide it out onto the crystal stand. I take a sharp breath when it comes into view. It’s just as beautiful as I remember. The cursed black leather cover has a sheen of iridescent purple when it hits the light. Instead of a leather binding on the edge, I sowed it with golden

A tiny smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You are unbelievable.” “So I’ve been told.” I rolled my eyes so hard they almost qualified as cardio. “Give it back.” “What do I get?” “My eternal gratitude.” “Boring.” “My notes?” “I can read those anyway.” “Kai.” “Wren.” “You’re impossible.” “And yet…” He finally placed the notebook into my waiting hand, letting his fingertips brush mine for the briefest second. Barely a touch. Hardly anything. Yet my pulse still skipped.

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.

I squinted my eyes and glared at her. Tentatively, she removed the paper cover of her book. Underneath was a far cry from the gently paper cover. The paper cover had a street with cherry blossoms blooming on each side. The title ‘Never Apart’ indicated a soft romance. The ‘real’ book cover, the one hidden under cherry blossoms was a half naked man, He had no shirt and showed tight muscles. all over his torso were tattoos His hand enclosed the throat of a blonde girl, she was dressed in a shirt probably his because of how large it is. Her head is thrown back in obvious pleasure and the title is ‘Choke me Harder.’ Definitely nothing a sophisticated young miss should read.

The file was thick, its pages crinkled and worn, but the moment I opened it, I knew I’d found something important. The first page was filled with technical jargon—words like 'biological enhancement,' 'genetic modification,' and 'experimental trials.' My stomach twisted as I flipped through the pages, my heart racing. The more I read, the more it became clear: this hospital hadn’t just been treating patients. It had been conducting experiments. Secret experiments. And then I found the date. The experiments had started just months before The Burning.

They're old, no doubt but kept in sync and the condition of them was really good. As I was looking, one caught my eye—a thick volume bound in cracked leather. When I pulled it out, the cover bore the same mirrored-flame symbol, pressed in faint silver… My heart throbbed and Kira stirred. ‘Open it, Val.’ She whispered, eagerly waiting. Slowly, I glanced at Caroline who stood at a respectful distance, thankfully. I opened the book with tight breaths. Pages of the ancient script were indecipherable, but the illustrations sent a chill down my spine.