Twilight Original Book Cover Novels & Stories

While this man was hiding, he suddenly heard a long and drawn-out growl. The man quickly took out a leather-bound journal from the sling bag. He pulls out a worn-down pencil from one of his pockets. The journal had a title that was roughly erased with a purple pen. It was replaced by a beautifully written title. Twilight’s Book of Monsters. Peeking out of his hiding place, Twilight sees a hunch-backed humanoid climbing on top of one of the many vehicles stuck on the elevated highway. Its body was extremely emaciated. Its skin was stretched over its ribs. But the hiding man didn’t underestimate the creature.

I wasn’t allowed access to such books at the palace—they were reserved only for the healers and the educated men—and I wonder if I may finally find my answers here. I’m distracted, though. My skin itches, and every time I see the word “wolf” on the page, I think of Ethan’s eyes. Every time I shift position on the bed, I think about how he massaged me. Every time I catch the smell of woodsmoke drifting from one of the rooms below, I’m reminded of his scent. Twilight arrives, and my room is painted in grey shadow. I’m reading about how a wolf bite can activate the wolf gene in a half-wolf, when someone knocks on the door. I drop the book.

Mary I laid on the bed as i tried not to sleep, i was already tired of sleeping as i was surprised at my self. the door of my room opened as a young girl probably in her mid twenties came inside holding a mug in her hands which i assumed was sent by Bella. " Excuse me, Miss Bella sent this" she said quietly as she dropped the mug before tuning to leave. " thank you" i said as she turned to look at me. smiling warmly she bowed before leaving. I took sips of the coffee as as i took glance of the little book I was seeing on the book shelf. i wonder why he has a book shelf here? in this room. as if in indecision i rose to me feet walking to the shelf as i took the book. it was a little novel tit

“Put your finger out.” I do as he says, and I wait for the burn to come, but it doesn’t. I close my eyes to numb any pain if it comes. I slowly open my eyes to see why I didn't burn. My finger is glittering. I’m blown away. “I’m like Edward right now,” I say, grinning, thinking about the Twilight books. The author did an excellent job in a lot of things regarding the supernatural. I walk out of the cave, still masking my scent, and bathe my body under the sun.

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.

The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71. I found the second shelf on the case and scanned for my next book. Book thirteen had a cover of deep purple. I frowned at the woman looking up at me, scanning over her tangled fiery curls, the cinnamon freckles across her nose, and the way her emerald eyes seemed to twinkle at me from the cover. Her hair and eyes were the only familiar thing about her. My face was a bit rounder than hers, and definitely held a bit more baby fat. Her cheekbones were high and her lips full, conventionally beautiful in a wild sort of way. I felt that twinge of guilt as I looked down at the cover. “Sasha Burnette, Game 51.”

he growled and out of nowhere Lilith was in front of me with another book in her hands. It was another big book, its cover was not normal, you can tell it by single glance that it was not written in this era. The pages were golden yellow and the cover was made of skin. Books before sixteenth century were used to have animal skin as their covers. Damien took the book from her hand and started flipping pages. The smell of old book hits my nostrils and it only confirmed my suspicions. He stopped after flipping twenty or so pages and turned the book towards me. There was a sketch, a drawing of a necklace on the right side of the book.

Obviously, maids were assigned to clean here. Being a lover of books, Lisa couldn't stop the excitement cursing through her. It made her feel giddy, that's just how much she loves books. After her long search for a suitable book, she finally found one titled TWILIGHT. Although she has heard of it, she never got to opportunity to read the book. But here she was. With a fulfilled sigh, she flipped the page and began reading ****

He says as he pulls a package out of his bag and hands it to me. "Oh, what is it?" I remove the cloth that covers the package, it is a very old book with a blood red cover and despite the years is still in good condition. I caress the cover of the book, on it we can read the pack of the twilight. "This is a very old book, the family tree of our pack. " I opened the book, my fingers shaking. I had been wanting to know everything about this community that piques my curiosity for so long, I couldn't believe it.

"Forget the oath, Layla. Imagine the possibilities this opens for us.” I took the book in my hand, wiping away the dust that coated its worn leather cover, at the center lay a faded triangular symbol, the crest of the coven. Layla recoiled, howling a guttural growl. “You did not…” She wheezed in disbelief, but the obvious was as lucid as daylight. “Oh yes, I did.” I chuckled darkly, a cold, hungry expression settling on my face along with a predatory glint in my eye I never knew I was capable of.