Scythe Book Cover Novels & Stories

He tried to tap the books in front of him to stop his emotions, he is fluttered again. "C-Clark, did you saw that? You touched the book. Ben! He touched the book. Do it again, Clark. Do it again.'' Sashi said with so much excitement. Ben looked back to her when he heard Sashi scream. He thought there is something wrong so he came back.. "Do it again Clark." Sashi said and when Clark tried to lift the notebook, Ben saw it on his two eyes. It moves. "Damn, you did it." Sashi said with so much happiness.

Jake walked to his laptop and googled a whole lotta crazy scenarios like schezophrenia, personality disorder and even crazy itself but none of it was completely relating to what was happening to him. “Shit!” He closed his laptop and that's when he saw it. Lying just an inch away from behind the laptop; its tattered edges and broadness with the dark old cover and the distinct golden embossed symbol on top of it of the pentagram. The book.

Look closer. Her gaze settled on a particularly weathered book tucked away near the corner. Its cover was simple, but a faint embossed design caught the light - a pair of intertwined wolves beneath a crescent moon. The image sent a shiver down her spine, and her fingers tingled as she pulled it from the shelf. She opened it carefully, the pages crackling with age. The script was ornate, the kind that took a moment to decipher, but the accompanying illustrations made her breath catch. Drawings of wolves with hollowed eyes and jagged teeth, their forms twisted and monstrous, filled the margins.

They both smiled. Ashvell flipped through the books one by one. He already stopped trying to read the titles. "You know who could really help you with these?" Cassana and him both shared a look, then they turned their heads to the door. ════════════════════════ "Is scythe a weapon?" Robb inquired, while reading through a small tome in his hands. The three were now seated around a table. The pile of papers on top had grown reasonably taller.

I scowl at it. If Ragnar thinks I'm going to play his game, then he's grossly mistaken. I make way for the bathroom, but my hand brushes over the shelf, knocking a book down. I'm about to pick it up and toss it back in the shelf when I stop, looking at the open page. An image of a hooded man, dressed in a black coat, swinging a scythe in one hand stares back at me. "The tale of the three wolf packs..." I whisper, reading the caption underneath.

“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.

I turned my attention to the shelf she’d disturbed. And that’s when I saw it. A faint silver glint beneath layers of dust. My pulse slowed. Carefully, I reached between warped books and pulled it free. Dark leather. Silver etchings. The symbol of the abyss burned into the front cover. Found you. I brushed off the dust, confirming what I already knew. “It’s the right one,” I said. Ansel let out a relieved breath. I patted her head lightly. “Good job.” She swatted my hand away but smiled faintly.

But in his hands, a book. Thick. Heavy. Bound in a material that looked like stone and metal fused together. Veins of silver and dark crystal pulsed through it, like it was still alive, breathing. Ancient symbols lined the cover, Veydrin script, sharp and elegant, curling around a single emblem at its center: A fractured star, stitched together by threads of light and shadow. Every one of them stared. Not because it was strange. Not because it was new.

I remember what feelings used to taste like, but those bones have long been buried. And yet… There was something about the way she looked at me. Not prey, a threat. I smile to myself, teeth sharp behind it. Let's see what the records say. It doesn't resist me. The moment my fingers close around the spine, heat blooms beneath my cool skin. As I turn the book in my hand, the surface shifts, faint symbols bubbling to life beneath my touch, rising as bruises beneath her translucent flesh. And then, a name carves itself into existence across the cover.

Upon its cover, a sigil glowed faintly silver: a crescent moon, three stars, cradled in wings. Nyra froze, her gaze locking onto the symbol. “I’ve seen this before… in my dreams,” she whispered. I turned to her. “Where?” “A woman wore it as a pendant. When she touched me, her hand was warm, but inside… it burned. The touch was not of this world.” I did not hesitate. With one motion I broke the seal, the chains falling onto the table with a metallic clang. The book groaned as its pages surrendered, and on the very first leaf, crimson ink blazed: