Speak Book Cover Novels & Stories

yes, I talk to myself on occasion. I turn the book in hand to find a small metal spike lashed to the back cover with fraying laces of claret suede. It must be silver, that would explain the slight burning sensation fading from my finger tips. Dark lines in the tarnished metal, look like they could have been engraved words at some point in the past. ‘I wonder what delights the other two hold?’ Caleb muses sarcastically. I eye the two remaining books, one remarkably slender, the other easily twice the breadth of either of its predecessors.

So, I pull out a book named “Princess Aria” It’s not a very catchy title, but the cover looks pretty cool. There is a beautiful, slim woman on the cover, and she is holding out her hand towards a beautiful fiery dragon. As I am staring fully captivated at the cover, I nearly jump from my own skin when a voice suddenly speaks up. “Find anything you like?”. “Jesus!!”. I clutch my chest, scowling at the smug-looking man in the doorframe. “Don’t scare me like that”.

She walked closer to one of the big shelves and touched it. She knew she wasn't supposed to be there, but she couldn't help looking around more. She took one book from the shelf and cleaned off the dust on it. She saw a picture of a black wolf on the cover of the book, which was titled A Pack of Wolves. "I can't believe a man like him reads fantasies." She scoffed. She was going through the books when her eyes suddenly caught a book. The book had a black cover with no picture on it. "Werewolves rule." She read it silently. She was about to open the book when she suddenly heard something whispering behind her.

"You wrote it. I just asked." After she hung up, I stayed in the nursery a while. Listening to both children breathe. The book was out. The story was told. In my voice. With my name on the cover. Alessandra. Finally spoken. Finally claimed. Finally mine.

Luminga-linga siya pero wala naman siyang nakitang tao. Who's that? "Even your other voice said it." "Belive in yourself," parang hanging saad nito. Huminga muna ako nang malalim at hindi na muna nag-salita. Pumunta na lang kami sa bookstore at nag-hanap ng bagong babasahin. Then one book caught my attention. Ang ganda nang cover niya mahahalata mong fantasy siya. It's like a harry potter but with spice.

Libro Vitae whispered its voice harmonious. "Libro Vitae, please show me where Alastair is hiding," I asked. The book hummed in response. Libro Vitae became warm in my hands. The cover opened, pages flipped continuously until they suddenly stopped. The words on the page jumped off the paper, floating into the air, wrapping themselves around me. In a blink of an eye, I was pulled into the book. Light flooded my vision. Every sound echoed around me. Voices raced past me, speaking in riddles. Some shouting, screaming, others a dull whisper. Libro Vitae's voice became louder as I watched the trees form around me.

She doesn't glance at where I lay as she walks to her cot, her face as blank as a sheet. 'Saelyna?' She shakes her head, staring at the book in her hands. The book. Curiosity gets the better of me and I push myself closer to see what the fuss was all about. It's like any other book, save for its cover, made from something that resembles a tree bark. No symbol, no marks. Just a book. Provoked, I reach out and grab it.

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.

He shrugged, his own concentration stuck on the book. He was curious as well as I was. Finally, I gave the book a long scrutinizing look, turning it this way and that all the while buying Neilla time. It was a book alright, one without a way to view its content. It had a vial like structure fixed into the hard cover on the front. In that vial was blood slushing as I moved the book about. It was off-putting in every way including the foul odor emanating from it. I flicked at the cover with my middle finger, raising my eyes in surprise when Sapphira flinched.

He drops the unchained book on the floor in front of me, bends down to kiss the top of my head as I get comfy, then sits on the end of the sofa closest to me, well within arms reach. The book has beautiful, with swirling gilt script on the spine and the front cover which makes me think of Wolfie when he is looking out through Phoenix’ eyes. As I run my fingers along each letter, sparks tingle and dance across my fingertips. ‘Liber Umbrarum’ are the words embossed into the dark brown leather. I have no idea what they mean and if I’m honest, I’m not entirely sure I want to find out. “I’m here baby girl. You can do this. You need answers.” I hadn’t noticed Phoenix kneeling beside me until he s