Twilight Original Book Cover Novels & Stories

Just a crescent white moon etched in the center of the cover. My fingers close around it. It’s cold. I glance back at Alex and Ava. They’re speaking in low voices, Alex watching her like a hawk. Good. I open the book, flipping through pages quickly. Hand written text in cursive with black and white pictures of symbols, and unknown diagrams fills the worn page. I squint my eyes and look through the small text until I find what I'm looking for. Mana Wolves. The words almost glow on the page. My heart skips a beat. This is it.

One never knew when that information could come in handy. Plus, it’d help to pass the time and keep me busy. Sounded like a win-win to me. There was some type of writing on the front that I couldn’t read, but I could feel the power radiating off of the book. Strangely, Bex couldn’t feel it. I opened the cover, revealing an intricate colored illustration that showed a large silver wolf standing below a blood moon, its head tilted back in a howl. Light from the moon fell in rays onto the wolf.

Before she knew it, the days had turned into a week and she was still no closer to breaking his curse. On the morning of the eighth day, she happened upon a book in the library that she found in the very back shelves. It was old and the writing on the spine, so faded, that she couldn't read it so she removed it from the shelf, only to find that the writing on the cover was much the same. Flipping through the pages, she stopped and opened at a particular page showing an illustration of a witch and a werewolf, howling at the moon. She began reading the text, which described curses that had been placed on werewolves over the past centuries. As she stood between the shelves, focusing on the book

I opened it and found myself entering a smaller version of the library downstairs. There was no swirling staircase going up, up, up, rather walls full of books, some of which were only accessible via the sliding ladder off to the side. With my stomach full and heart heavy, I waltzed over to one of the shelves and scanned them, intending to pick a book at random. One in particular drew my eye. The cover was made of dark leather, embossed with a swirling gold font that was a bit hard to read. Tendrils of flame, interwoven with threads of shadow, danced up the spine and around the back.

he asked, pointing to the book. "Of course..." Vinnie said, handing him the brochure. Thane scanned the cover, his eyes narrowing as he looked closely at it. The cover depicted a drawing of a werewolf, a vampire, and witch, in a savage position, poised to attack a helpless human sprawled at their feet. A red danger sign was crossed over the three supernatural creatures, with the caption "The Imminent Threat of Non-Human Entities - A fight for the preservation of Mankind" written boldly on top of it.

The book lay open between them, the aged pages worn and delicate, the ink faded but still legible. The illustration stared back at them—two wolves beneath an eclipsed moon, one black, one white. Tangled together. Bound. Selene traced the image with her fingertips, her pulse thrumming in her ears. “The Wolves of the Eclipse,” she murmured, repeating the words as if saying them aloud would somehow bring more clarity. Theoden leaned in beside her, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the text. “What does it say?”

“It’s a sign...” Thorne whispered, his voice barely audible beneath the thundering of our broken hearts. “The sky is answering. That lightning—it's not just weather. It’s recognition. This book… it has chosen Willow as the heir of the curse.” My blood stopped cold. My body froze in suffocating silence. My eyes were locked on the open page before me—there, a rough illustration stared back. A woman stood beneath a red moon, her body drenched in blood, surrounded by the corpses of wolves. Her eyes were fixed forward—piercing through the parchment, straight into my soul.

“We’re in a throuple with a literal angel. What even is our life?” I rolled my eyes and followed the light trail toward the floating book. It led us to a wide oak table tucked into a sun dappled corner beneath a stained glass window. The magical tome hovered until I touched it, then it dropped neatly into my hands with a heavy thud. Gold filigree. Old leather. A Seralyn crest burned into the cover. My heart thudded.“This is it.” I opened the cover slowly and flipped through the first few pages until I found the symbol I’d seen before, the double crescent moon. Prophecies. Written in old tongue. My hands tingled with the pulse of ancestral magic.

On it lay a book. Not a modern book. Its cover was cracked leather, the pages thick and yellowed. I brushed the dust from it with careful fingers. It was a diary. The script was archaic but decipherable. And the crest stamped into the leather was unmistakable: the roaring silver wolf of Damon’s own pack, Storm Howl.

I whisper as I fall asleep. He chuckles lightly as his fingers still dance over my belly. "I love you, too, Marrallyn," he whispers against my neck. Christmas Eve morning is an overcast, dreary day with lots of snow falling. The light dusting of snow is very beautiful on the tree branches, especially the pine trees. I glance at Jason as I stand out of bed. He's still sleeping. Good. Now I can wrap his jacket and the baby clothes in a box for tomorrow. Shelbie is wrapping the gift from her and I. I wrap his present and as I was putting the silver bow on the top, I feel Jason's hand slide up my back into my hair where he scraps gently at my scalp.