Witch Book Covers Novels & Stories

Her hand touched a small box with an unusual symbol on it that seemed to glow like the sun. She pulled open the lid and picked up the book inside to see it. She read its name under her breath, "Exorcism: Eldritch Werewolves." Her eyes widened when she found out it was a witchcraft book about werewolves. The words "magic" and "witches" didn't sound right in her mind, and she didn't want to believe the things she was reading, but somehow she did. She put the book back into the box and saw the ashes that scattered nearby. From among the ashes, she saw a half-burnt picture of Emily and the scarf she had given her on her last birthday. It brought tears to Esen's eyes.

Feeling amazed that the Alpha will read something like this, especially knowing that most wolves hate vampires for its history. As Brianna began to slowly crouch and check more, finding other books that are similar to Twilight, like vampire club, vampire moon, and other things, suddenly Brianna felt a sudden wind behind her. ‘A wind?’ she muttered, automatically turning around to find no source as the room had no window. There’s just an old bookcase with a creepy vibe behind her.

There it lay, in all the golden majesty of the cover. The diary of the witches. BOOK FOUR.

If he had to gamble with witchcraft to save Scarlet, so be it. Then his eyes caught something in the far corner of the room. A dusty old book bound in cracked black leather that looked disturbingly like skin. He moved toward it slowly. The air felt heavier near it, charged with something that made the hairs on his arms stand on end. He crouched and picked it up. The cover bore strange markings.. moon symbols intertwined with claws and something that looked like a screaming face. When he opened it, dust puffed into the air. Inside were diagrams, instructions and rituals.

'The Evil Witch and the Trapped Princess?' Upon looking at the cover of the book, the shadow figures of the people mentioned in the title were present depicting a witch who was holding an apple and giving it to the princess who was sitting on the ground as she also held open the palm of his hands for receiving the apple. On the side of the cover can be seen the title alone as the cover explained what it was

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.

She says trying to read the words on the cover. 'Mysteries of mates'. "Let's go through it. Maybe we can find something about us. We can start from there right?" She asks and I nod. We place the book on one of the tables and flip through the pages. Like some sort of wind makes the pages flip a little faster without our control until it stops at a certain page. 'Twists of mating' Brie read out loud. 'It can happen in different ways. Just like wolf to wolf,it could be wolf to witch,wolf to centaur, wolf to demons and wolf to humans.

Magic they feared. I run my fingers across the cracked spines until I find what I’m looking for: Ancient Witchcraft of the Forgotten Era. Bound in deep green leather, barely holding together. The writing on the cover is almost worn off. I carry it to one of the heavy tables near the back and sit. The pages whisper as I turn them, the old ink uneven, some parts blurred by time or water damage. Spells of healing. Curses of madness. Rituals of possession. Nothing I haven’t seen before—

Deep purple, swirling script and tiny inlayed gemstones decorate all the available covers space. ‘Witches – The origin of a species.’ I recognise some of the gems, others look like they could have been stolen away from other worlds. A milky white, opaque stone, with black veins and a blue hue in the right light, stands out above the rest. I would recognise a moonstone anywhere. My thumb glides over it’s cool, polished surface and a shiver runs up my arm. The freaked out little boy inside me, yells at me to put the book down. I’m not about to argue. I place it on the table beside me and reach for the next.

I was however after a specific spell, the channeling spell. I knew what I was getting into and yet it was the only option I had if I wanted to defeat the evil wizard. As I skimmed through the drawings, one caught my eye. There was a large candle in a tin of water, with two large pots of plant on either side. On the far end of the page, a bird soared high with a ring of fire placed around one of it's legs.