The Book And Cover Novels & Stories

I raised a brow while Amanda ran over to the counter and rummaged through her bag before coming back to me and handing me a tablet, “What’s this?” I asked; Amanda smiled and unlocked the tablet bringing me to a screen with an image with the title of my book and my name! “I hope you don’t mind, but,” Amanda motioned to the tablet and said, rather loudly, “I designed a cover for your book!” I looked at the image; it was a woman with a dragon wrapping itself around her. It looked incredible and, honestly, exactly how I envisioned it! I couldn’t help myself from bursting into tears. “What’s wrong?” Amanda asked, clearly worried, “Did I mess it up? Is it not what you were looking for?” I shook my

It took him an hour to figure out how it works hahaha. He soon turned the book over to check it's title. On the cover, among the pretty colorful gems and butterfly designs is a title of bold golden letters that brought a sudden shiver to his body. 🌹Ruby and Aurelius🌹

But when she pulled it free, her breath stopped. The book was unlike anything she had ever seen. Its cover was bound in leather so dark it seemed almost black, though in the right light it shimmered faintly with hues of deep crimson. Strange symbols—curved, jagged, and foreign—were etched into its surface, pressed deep into the hide like scars. No title marked its spine. A lock, thin and ancient-looking, sealed its pages.

“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.

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.

The small book transformed into a large, thick book! The cover was thicker than any of the books they have seen so far. It was black with golden prints that looked like vines. Jucel had to carry it with two hands before she settled the book on the grass between them. "The pages were blank so it piqued my curiosity as to what was written in it." Jucel glanced at Lucian. "I thought you already knew about this book, but it seems you had no idea," she added. Lucian bobbed his head back. "I had no idea. Never seen that book anywhere."

Behind the panel was a small space, just big enough to hide something. Inside was a single book. It didn’t look like any of the other books in the library. Its cover was dark, almost black, and made of old leather that looked like cracked bark from a tree. The corners were worn down, and it had no title. Just a symbol. A silver moon. It shimmered faintly, even though the light in the library was dim.

It was not all, the cover was the eyes of werewolves. My brows furrowed in keen interest as well as something I can't name settling within me. Without thinking further, my hand took out the book and the front cover showed the face of werewolves with its eyes glowing in a golden hue. I brushed my fingers on the cover, mesmerized by the image. It was delicately printed and made.

I stretch up on my toes and pull it out, and seconds later I succeeded like I always do when I put my mind on things. Sending a cloud of dust motes swirling into the air while allowing it for a moment to escape from the shelf, I blew the dust from the cover. There were no words printed on the front or spine, just a simple black leather binding cracking with age, and strange symbol I do not recognize.

The book was older than anything Olivia had ever seen, its cover a deep shade of maroon, almost dark enough to be black, with intricate golden symbols etched into the surface. When her fingers brushed the pages, she felt the pulse of magic flow through her. It was as if the book itself recognized her touch—knew that she was the one meant to uncover its secrets.