Voldemort Book Design Novels & Stories

"You too Ruvyn for letting me borrow your room." After dinner, Jimmy got out of bed to take a look at the wizard's room. The large four-poster bed was standing majestically in the middle of the room and was covered with a purple velvet coverlet. An elegant tapestry rug on the bare floor, portraits of wizards were hung on the wall. Two chairs stood facing each other near the fireplace with a small table between them. He approached the library to choose a book to read, there were so many that he didn't know which to choose. He ended up taking one whose cover had caught his attention, purple velvet, which seemed to be Ruvyn's favourite colour.

’ ‘No idea… gut feeling’ ‘Or you’re the most intuitive wolf spirit I’ve ever encountered’ ‘Or that’ she replied proud of herself. I peel off the leather cover and find myself admiring and caressing the intricate design of the book cover. In its center, 3 moons are carved in the thick front cover. A full moon in the middle, flanked by to mirrored crescent moons. The full Moon hosts inside of it a tree with arrows instead of leaves, a smooth tree trunk line and 2 symmetrical curved roots pointing right and left. One could tell that the carving was actually burned wood, manufactured in a perfect style, but what was weird and beautiful in fact was that the golden-bronze background was moving, sw

Curious, Vlad opens the package, removes the cloth, and opens it. The design was magnificent, with vibrant colors. It would certainly make a good picture for him to put in his bedroom or even in the throne room... if it weren't for the drawing of a magnificent black wolf with shiny fur lying at the feet of a young man with almost white hair, so long that it fell over the wolf's fur. , sitting on a throne covered in gold leaf with a child on his lap. The epidural takes effect on Romeo, and he finally breathes with relief. Unlike Aurelius, the doctor saw no need to put him to sleep. He knew the vampire's body would heal as quickly as a werewolf's.

Out of all the books he had organized, it was the only one that didn't look so worn out. Near... SKALLIET I'M GOING TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL... Its large uppercase letters occupied a significant part of the book, its red color appearing beneath some spaces of the burnt and withered rose, arousing curiosity just like its name.

My blood rushing to warm my skin with her sudden outburst. “It’s not the spell…. it’s who wrote it. She’s a witch.” Sierra turns the book, sliding its heaviness around to face us again and taps at the bottom right of the second page somewhat excitedly; at a little symbol that looks like it was burned into the page with hot metal. It’s tiny, a small flowing L and C surrounded by a vine design that wrap it into one continuous form and is unusually pretty.

I could feel the dark magic flowing through it and unlike the day I met Arwan and Fen, it felt like a part of me instead of a foreign invader. As if sensing me not knowing where to start or how to find the information I needed, the book pages began to flutter. I watched curiously as the fluttering increased and the pages started rapidly turning before suddenly stopping. It had turned itself to a page filled with an image of a vampire. It looked human, if it hadn't been for the heading, I wouldn't have known what it was. I whispered thanks to book, shaking my head at the notion of talking to it, and eagerly began to read.

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.

Why she died. After giving a glare, he stood from the wooden chair and strode to the shelf behind him. The bookshelves seemed like they would collapse any moment under the pressure of the numerous books and files stuffed into them. Each one with a label, organised in neat rows on the shelves He looked at the third column and then at the fourth column. Each book was identical, but only the Mage would ever know every book and their locations. He took out a medium sized book that looked different from the others. It was bound with beautiful teal leather that caught my eye.

“They were out too far…for a reason. “Rodin says. Slowly, Rodin lifts his fingertips from the puddle. The blood drips back into the pool. The blood is thick almost like sludge and smells like rotten meat when it's cooked. Rodin flings the blood on the teal grass which cleans the shine on his armor. Rodin stands and he starts to walk to the tent with the flag. Varick looks over the pile. On his side is a satchel, he reaches in this compartment to pull out a book. The book’s title: “Book of The Blight.” Carefully, he sets his wolf helm down on a clean spot among the forest. The plate head sparks with pink electricity, causing the headpiece to slightly hover along with the grassy blade tips. Va

One of the room's windows was partially open, and the pale moonlight illuminated the room with an eerie ghostly luminescence that allowed the interior layout to be seen quite clearly. Rows of bookcases lined all the walls. It must have been the owner's private library. The only other piece of furniture was a desk with an ink-stained leather top, but it looked as old and neglected as the rest of the house. On the desk, which was quite puzzling, was a human skull. Viktor suspected that the rarity of some of the books there might rival that of the volumes in the library of the School of Magic itself or even the library that was housed in the Imperial Academy of Magic in the capital.