The Nightingale Book Cover Novels & Stories

Even its cover was clean, on the cover had the drawings, that Alpha Angelo couldn't understand. Being the first time to hold the book, he was surprised to see the picture of wolves in their full transformation. A full moon shinning above them, then at the far end of the cover there was a hunter with a ring shinning. It appeared to be a reflection from the moon's light, well, it was strange. It was strange because, Alpha Angelo couldn't understand why the picture of a hunter was on the cover. He wished to call Beta Dagon so that they can read it together, but he remembered.

He informed me as he held it out for me to take. I delicately took it from him when I saw how old and fragile it looked, with the binding of it covered in dust. I stared at the cover which was a dark blue, and an engraved Golding band around the edge with a sketch of a black wolf in the middle. Just above the wolf it said, ‘The sacred wolves of the night’. “Are there any books on the other breeds of wolves?”. I asked him curiously. “No, just that one, and if you give it a read, you’ll soon find out why”.

Lev I stood still as the threatening creatures surrounded us. “So, this is what Nightingales look like?” I scoffed. Unlike other cane-wolves that, when transformed, stood on four legs like normal wolves, the Nightingales stood on their hind legs. Their canine heads rested on nearly ten-foot, humanoid bodies covered in fur. Aside from the dark aura they emitted, they looked exactly like my beast form. For the impending battle, I smiled and slicked back my hair, which complied effortlessly.

Sounds good. Wish I could join you.... Then I get a quick shot of the cover. What on earth's she reading? Tipping back her book to see the jacket, it's a bright splash of cartoon figures against a gentian blue sky. Smiley faced men and women frolic with a dog in front of a kids' classic 'first house drawing': a square box, with a triangle of a roof and a window in each corner. I peer at the blurb on the back.... "A few weeks ago, it was finite element analysis and Fourier series. Now you're reading chick-lit?"

I would be good for now and then try to get away again. As he unhooked the last chain I fell forward into him. His solid arms caught me before I hit the floor but I quickly pulled away from him. I noticed the hint of a new tattoo on his arm and just shook my head in annoyance. I heard him laugh as I stomped up the stairs and to my room. The man was absolutely impossible to even like a little. I took a hot shower and then climbed into my bed. I would get away from Damion Night if it was the last thing I did.

He didn’t even look up when the screen door slammed shut behind her. “Wow, you really did a lot,” Karen said, leaning over to see what he was drawing. There was a crayon girl lying flat on the ground, a girl in a yellow dress with long yellow hair all around her head like a halo, and around the yellow halo was a blooming sunrise of red. The girl’s eyes were two black X marks and her mouth was a black circle. “Nancy,” Karen gasped. And she remembered. I went to school that day. It was the thirteenth of November and Nancy wasn’t in homeroom. After homeroom we had biology together with Mr. Parsons, but she wasn’t in biology either, so I thought maybe she was sick.

said Sir Edmund Brighton, shaking the cover and showing it to Astrid. Astrid looked at the book's cover and realized that it had a similar book cover with a script she had seen in the secret library. The book cover was the same as the cover of Dragon Prince's Heart. Unconsciously, Astrid squeezed her hand nervously with wide eyes and a pale face. Sir Edmund Brighton's smile spread across his handsome face. The expression on his face now looked cold, and the grin on his face had an oppressive aura. "As expected, you recognized the cover of this book. Have you seen it somewhere? Let me guess. You just picked up a book with the same cover in the secret library,” said Sir Edmund Brighton as he r

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.

Just more proof that Noah was a rich kid through and through. I snorted, reaching for the last book on the bottom shelf. It was placed weirdly from sight and it seemed to be wrapped with brown paper. Curiosity got the better of me and I ripped the paper away, wanting to see what book it was. Probably some first-edition Charles Dickens. But when I turned it over to look at the cover, my eyes widened. Two shirtless hunks tangled up together stared back at me from the cover. It could have as well been a cover for gay p**n.

The runes on the book flickered, like embers in a dying fire, and then they settled, glowing softly beneath her touch. Dean was the first to speak. “I think you should open it.” Nicola hesitated. She could still feel the faint sting on her finger where the needle had pricked her back in the hidden chamber. A drop of her blood had already been absorbed into the book’s cover, as if it had been waiting for a piece of her to bind itself. She had already made her choice. With a steadying breath, she unclasped the ancient metal latch and carefully pulled open the cover.