Scythe Book Cover Novels & Stories

But in case there was a clue covered up in these writings, it may well be their only chance. As they looked through the files, Selene came over a huge, lavishly bound book that appeared to stand out from the others. The cover was embellished with images she didn't recognize, and when she opened it, the pages were filled with unusual graphs and complex outlines. “Ethan, take a look,” she called, her voice bound with fervor. Ethan joined her, peering over her shoulder at the book. The diagrams were unlike anything he had ever seen, depicting strange machines and devices, each one connected to the crystal in the center of the page.

The books here were faintly covered in dust. As he reached out to the top shelf, his eyes fell on a familiar thick black book lying on the floor. The Art Of The Body. Before he could stop himself, his eyes flicked up and locked with Scarlett. She didn't look away, but a deep blush gradually spread across her cheeks. That book brought back memories, and for a moment, he forgot the unspoken tension between them. He looked away finally and pulled out several dusty books from the shelf. Two were about old werewolves, one about vampires, and the last one was about witches.

“I—-“ pausing to take a deep breath, “I think it’s beautiful.” She nodded with pride, “I’ll let you wander. I need to do some cleaning in here anyway.” She walked away and went to behind the shelves where she started dusting. I kept on staring at the book which caught my eye, after mustering up enough courage I picked it out. A cough left me as a bout of dust managed to enter my mouth. “‘LYCANTHROPY’” The words were boldly woven onto the cover page. I nipped my bottom lip, opening it up and then shut it right back as soon as I felt the bond again.

It bared three rows of needle-thin teeth, its muscles contracting as it prepared to make its final, lethal pounce to consume me. I backed up against the workstation, my hand frantically sweeping across the floor until my fingers wrapped around a heavy, rusted iron scalpel left behind on a tray. I raised the small blade, my knuckles white, my black eyes wide as I stared into the dark. I was weak, I was bleeding, but I was going to fight until my last breath. The creature let out a high-pitched, piercing shriek and lunged through the air, its talons extended straight for my throat.

11 | A B O U T W E R E W O L V E S ( P A R T 1 ) *** After all the preparations were finished, Alexis stepped out of her room. In her right hand held the handle of a scythe that was bigger than her own body. Alexis supports the scythe on her back while one free hand plays her fingers on her phone screen. The girl is still curious about things that make men less excited. While diving in internet searches, the girl continued to walk towards the back of Damien's magnificent mansion that she had been living in.

The bones laid scattered, haphazardly, across the floor, partially covered in damp soil, moss and dirt. Seeing this, panic gripped her heart, and she screamed out loudly in horror. Her heart raced as she struggled to stand, with her limbs becoming instantly weak and shaky. She stumbled towards the entrance of the cave, desperate to escape the gruesome scene that surrounded her. But as she reached the mouth of the cave, a cold chill ran through her spine when she saw what was in front of her. Standing at the entrance of the cave was a large gray wolf. Its blue eyes gleaming with malice. Veronica froze, as it let out a low growl, her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat as she real

She had to be careful with it in case the pages shattered on contact with her skin. She set the book down carefully on the floor and wiped the dust from the front. Immediately, she jumped in shock. There, on the cover, was the same image she’d seen on her grandma’s leather box, and in the Voynich manuscript. Only this time the strange face on the front of the book wasn’t so surreal—it was as clear as day. It was an image of Scarlet’s face.

I rounded a corner, turned left down a tighter row, and— Stopped. There, nestled between two massive grimoires, was a book that didn’t belong. It was smaller, wrapped in black hide, no title. A circular crest gleamed faintly on the cover, a silver wolf’s head bisected by a black sword, the same we saw in the tunnel the other day. I knew that crest, its Blackwood sigil. My lungs tightened. My hand moved before my brain could catch up. I pulled the book free. Dust billowed, I coughed hard.. My heart beat faster.

Kathrena wondered aloud, her fingers stroking the worn edge of the book. “It’s a Book of Shadows,” I said, gently moving my hand past Kath’s and opening it to the first page. Like the newspapers, it smelt old, but it had a herby scent rather than one of cigarettes and coffee. “A what?” Skye asked, cocking his head to one side as he examined it. “Of course,” Kathrena breathed. “Witches.” “You know about them?” I frowned.

My fingers examined the fine-textured white substance. It smelled of old perfume and...gasoline? The odd scent only boggled me more. "What are you?" I whispered. Was it just some powdered chemical to keep the bugs out? Or something else entirely? ◇ "Vampirar et Dhampirica" The gothic-styled calligraphy printed in gold ink intrigued me as I studied the brownish, tattered cover. It was a vintage-looking book Miles currently engrossed himself in as he sat next to me.