Red Rising Book Cover Novels & Stories

The ankh at its center was unmistakable, representing life and power. Then her attention shifted to the other banner. It seemed eerily similar at first, but as she studied it, the distinctions became clear. The double hexagram caught her eye, its black and white triangles layered atop one another to form a complex design. The hexagon at its center intrigued her, as did the tiny circle within it. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Erika startled, spinning to find Sofia leaning casually against a nearby shelf, their arms crossed. “Sorry,” Sofia said with a sheepish grin. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

"I will always protect you. This is just a reminder to anyone who thinks they can hurt you." “My breast is emerald,” she says, staring at it. “Phoenixes aren’t the only possessive ones around here," I growl. I love that her breast is painted in the color of my dragon scales. She looks at me in the mirror again. “I love it.” Then she steps aside and I get my first real view of the phoenix on my body. I gasp as I step forward, then immediately step back so I can see the entire image of her that covers me. The feathers on her head come just to the point where my chest meets my throat. I open my arms to the sides and it’s as if my Phoenix is in flight. My entire chest and stomach are covered in

It only got louder and louder like a heartbeat pounding in my ear. I felt fear but I didn't know why. I felt like waiting and crying but I couldn't open my mouth. "They are coming, its rising, your almost out of time," it cried louder in pain. The darkness blinked and the horrific image of dead bodies flashed before my eyes. They were laid out in a strange way, blood dripping from their bodies and into the soil…deep into the soil. Red eyes watched me from the shadows. "Their coming," I screamed as I jolted awake.

"Sure. I'll give it a try." Her eyes lit up. Soon, she pressed her lips together, nodded, and stepped back to the counter. I took a sip, and it felt like warmth had finally settled into a part of me that had stayed cold for a very long time. Just then, my phone buzzed. I glanced at it; the publisher's editor had sent over a draft cover for my new book. The cover featured a gradually brightening deep blue expanse, with the title "Crossing" printed across it.

I returned a favoring smile to her by doing it genuinely before I took the book on her soft palm, an almost thick book with a blue cover. The book is heavy. On the front cover, there is a closed eye with long black thick lashes in a form of feathers placed inside a pentagon. Outside the badge has a wonderful abstract ocean and sunrise. Below it, golden embossed letters are shining to make its cover spectacular: BOOK OF A ZONER "Begin reading from page two to page five," Psyche said to me, stopping me in amazement. So I did what she wanted me to do. I flipped the pages until I reached the second page of the book. I started reading what's on it.

They asked no difficult questions and expected nothing complicated in return. It was enough. It had to be enough. Then one afternoon in October, everything shifted. He was in the library, working on an assignment, when she sat down across from him. He looked up, and she was already looking at him — not the way people usually looked at him, which was briefly and without much interest, but directly, with a kind of open curiosity that he didn’t know what to do with. Her name was Valeria. She was in his year, though they had never spoken. She had dark hair and a confident way of holding herself, which suggested she was aware of her presence and chose to engage with him intentionally.

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.

everything was in the room. I kept walking but my fingers stopped once it reached a maroon book, it was thin as compared to other books and had no name on the side, something told me to look at it and I did. I removed the book from the bookshelf, it had nothing...no title, no author's name on its cover. I opened the book and the last thing I was expecting happened, the Red moon written in bold letters stared back at me. My eyes widened and I quickly started running my eyes on the page.

It’s an old leather-bound book, with a red leather cover and a gold emblem on the front, she turns it to read the spine, “The Parrot and the Hunter. Is this a children’s book or a weird shifter romance novel?” Morpheus laughs, and she sits down and opens it, “Ah, romance novel.” She taps it thoughtfully, “No pictures.” She smiles as Sol flushes and she curls up on the sofa to read, she flips through, “Oh, my apologies, there are pictures.” Sol groans as she takes in the etching of two people clearly fucking each other senseless. “Informative pictures.” Morpheus laughs hard,

It had a black thick leather cover and a golden seal on its top. “The Crow.” Lelia said, and a book with a bright red cover appeared in her palms. She turned to a page where the history and image of the crow was shown. Janeka got her mind back to why they were here and what they were going to defeat. “I see your mind is caught up with the black book.” Lelia said, chewing her lips. “That's what we want, isn't it?” Janeka said.