The Outsiders Novel Covers Novels & Stories

I don't usually put content alerts but I thought it would be a good idea to include one here. This chapter may contain triggering content! There is abuse and hintings of rape. Please read at your own discretion. • • • The air was wonderful against my face. We were seated on the roof of an abandoned building with the magnificent skyline before us. Tonight had been a bust. Sure I'd been able to make enough to pay off the rent but I could still feel the strong fingers clutching my arm like a vice.

My eyes widened with anticipation, but inside, I found only a thick, leather-bound book. The cover was faded and worn, with the strange symbol embossed on it; a triangle with three circles inside. I ran my fingers over the symbol, a chill creeping up my spine. I had no idea what it meant, but it seemed significant, almost sacred. With hands that trembled, I lifted the book from the chest. The pages were thick and yellowed, and an old, musky smell filled the air as I carefully opened it.

A book with a leather binding. No diamonds. No large sums of money. No secret weapons or blueprints. Just a book. I felt stupid for a moment. Then I reached in and took it out. The weight of it was substantial and firm. The spine was strengthened with old thread and the leather has become smooth with use and age. I had never seen a single crest stamped on a cover before. A crown, dagger and an ember. All three combined to form a single horrifying symbol. I took my place at the desk and got it open. and started reading.

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.

He asked me if know that guy but I immediately shake my head, ‘He’s a total stranger to me. I looked at the envelope the guy gave me. It is sealed with gold wax. Engraved there was a crow or was it a raven? I’d assume that it’s a raven since it has a long beak. The beak of the raven was holding a rose. It’s like a sigil of some dark organization. The envelope emits a certain kind of smell. I wasn’t sure if I smelled this before already. Anyway, I decided to open the envelope. Yuji’s eyes were fixed on it as well.

The object feels heavy, and the oilcloth is tied with a black ribbon string that looks so old and dusty. Carefully, I untie the string, my fingers fumbling with the knots until they are finally free. Next, the cloth falls away, revealing a book. A journal to be precise. Forcing myself not to get too excited, I decide to check the book first before drawing conclusions. The book is thick, black, and the cover is made of leather that has been treated to resist moisture and decay. Also, the leather has a glossy texture that catches the weak lights in the room.

It hit my shoulder before dropping to the floor. I barely felt the pain. I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “Perfect,” I muttered. “Just what I needed.” I almost ignored it. But something about that book caught my eye. It wasn’t like the others. The cover was deep red—so dark it looked almost like dried blood in the dim light. The edges were lined with gold that had faded with age. I frowned and bent down to pick it up. It felt heavier than it looked. When I turned it over, I noticed something strange.

When the sun the up? Oh, well. I throw my phone carefully on the blue pillow on the bed. I haven’t read in a bit, so I take one of my favorite books. Though I have read it numerous times, it’s an epic book. I run my finger on the letters on the cover page of the book. The letters reads: THE OUTSIDERS. I sigh satisfyingly and begin my book. In a minute, I’m already lost in the world of ‘Ponyboy Curtis’, the book’s narrator.

Didn't she hide it properly? This diary was a mighty one, big and heavy. The cover was lilac, decorated with drawings of hearts and sparkles. The spine had been cracked over and over again, and the pages were unable to lay flat because of how many times they had been written inside. But it was mostly still intact. It was so big that I wondered when I would even complete the reading, it surely won't be today.

We should have more books about the Prime Omegas! I should try and find him, ask him about the book he has. It was different than the rest; plain, worn-down covers, regular-sized, and it looked as if it contained no more than 10 pages. Yet the contents, the story inside it was worth more than it looks. It was one worth remembering! I sighed, bracing my hands on the edge pf Councilman Marcus' bed, and clenched my eyes shut. My heart shattering upon seeing my Zannie fall down in tears.