Witch Book Covers Novels & Stories

said Alice, looking at her. "Wings with two colors, this statue also has two different colors. Alice is right, I think the cover of this book was inspired by the carving of these wings!" mumbled Xander who had just realized the book they had read. But he didn't read the whole thing, only parts of it. "Then, do you think that the author of that book is also from this house?" Tristan mumbled who had glimpsed the blood-red cover of the book they had read last night.

The book has a black leather cover and on the center of the cover, there is a glass bulging bubble that's filled with some kind of red liquid. Please don't be blood. I bend to pick up the book and stumble back a bit. It's heavy and I lug it into the room kicking the door shut with the back of my heel before moving to sit down on my bed. "Who left you at my door." I openly think as I read over the cover. Elgadah Furrucci presents. Advanced Spells and Enchantments. English translation. The words are printed in italics across the cover. I run my hand over the cover and I can feel the light layer of dust on it. My hand stops at the glass bubble and I avoid touching that part.

I shoot back, not liking the idea of her pitying me. “ Here. ” Miranda’s voice appears from beside my head and I blink my eyes, finding her face coming before me. “ Take this and read. ” Miranda waves an old looking book in front of my face and drops it on my chest, causing me to howl in pain. “ Bloody Witch! ” I curse at her, almost throwing the book away, but she disappears before I can do that. A poof and the witch is gone. I grab the book from over my chest and inspect the leather cover by turning it around. There is a wolf engraved in the leather on the front. The book looks and smells too old.

She walked closer to one of the big shelves and touched it. She knew she wasn't supposed to be there, but she couldn't help looking around more. She took one book from the shelf and cleaned off the dust on it. She saw a picture of a black wolf on the cover of the book, which was titled A Pack of Wolves. "I can't believe a man like him reads fantasies." She scoffed. She was going through the books when her eyes suddenly caught a book. The book had a black cover with no picture on it. "Werewolves rule." She read it silently. She was about to open the book when she suddenly heard something whispering behind her.

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.

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

They wanted to combine species and create the ultimate race. Melanie is a product of their experiments. She survived when no else had and for all intents and purposes was a success. She is a witch with the dna of a wolf. When she gets mad, her eyes shine with an amber hue and her magic takes the shape of a wolf when used. She is strong, physically and magically. However, she still carries the emotional damage from that time. It doesn’t bother me though. I have baggage of my own that she also knows about. We help each other, and she is my best friend and confidant.

There is a story of people born with red hair as a sign of a witch. A witch was born from a demon in the shape of human beings with magic powers. Having red hair signifies chaos among humans and those who can control monsters. I guess that is why the monsters in the Dark Forest never came close to me and why Zane is too attached is because of my magic energy.

Maddox asks. Looking at him “ The witch “ Back to Harley “ She won't stop talking and I'm not making sense of anything she saying” I told them what she was saying and they were looking at me like I had grown a second head Until Maddox snaps his fingers “ The Alpha did say that she was looking for a warlock, could that be him.” How could I forget about that “You're right but the picture we have of him is all wrong” I remind them. “ Yeah but with all this magic going around, who knows, what could be right or wrong” Harley says.

Opal asked. "Yes, and a daughter. Why?" Lazarus asked. "I've known this woman for a long time. We might have been friends once. Her plan was always to wager war between the Cresttooths and the Vanderwolfs so that she could take the vampire throne, something she thinks rightfully belongs to her family. She wanted the book of the gods so that she could cast spells and learn how to make feral vampires." Lazarus gasped, and so did I. Now I know who made that feral vampire in the woods.