Dark Peter Pan Book Novels & Stories

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary

"We already went over this dude. No killing my uncle." "You fail to listen to me. It kills the shadow. Not James Crane." In that moment I felt trepidation like I never knew before. What he was suggesting was.....it was beyond murder. That was pure evil. I envisioned myself living a life without the ever present awareness that slithered through my veins like a living thing and shuddered in terror. It would be better to die than to live like that. "You...I ..you can't do that!" "No I won't. You will. Only your objective has changed. The deadline is the same."

67. Peter found Aurora. Is she in danger now? Peter Dursley grabbed the hair of a pale girl shaking under him as he jerked his hardened d*ck inside her with full force. "Moan for me, b*tch!" He uttered between his heavy breathing. He was in his car standing by the side of an isolated dim street. The chaos he created freaked him out. He needed something to vent his frustration for being so stupid. Things went extremely down the hill for him, leaving him at the target of Alpha Damien.

It looked very ancient as it was torn at some edges. “I picked this up during one of my research trips.” She said as she handed the book to Annabelle. “ It has some information on Luke but it doesn’t state his weakness. Although it did leave some clues. Difficult clues.” Annabelle opened the book. The words were written as if from a feather dipped in ink which signified the age of the book. Annabelle read it out:

I spin around, trying to locate the source, but there’s nothing—only darkness. I spin around, trying to locate the source of the voice, but there’s nothing—no one. Just the endless black, and the faceless presence that I know is Peter, my grandfather. The man who wants to drain me of everything that makes me, me. “Your biggest mistake will be underestimating me,” I shout into the darkness, my voice strong despite the quiver of fear that underlies it. “You’re mistaken thinking you can just take what was given to me.”

I'm Kaitlyn Sawyer and I'm still having the heebie jeebies for goth girl over there. "I'll rather have her here than some other people." "Call names and we are gonna have a friendly talk Greyman." "Let's all calm down. Hello, gentle soul, what's your name?" The fatso was next. "I'm Pe...Peter Pound." He stammered out and fingered the hem of his shirt. "The fuck you are." Grey shouted. "You don't look anything like Peter Pan." Brandon said. "It's not Peter Pan you fucking Bozo. "

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

she opened the table of contents with anticipation and ran her finger through the sections. “Really a demon?” - Grandfather Yosha bulged his eyes in fright. “Uh-huh, Satan himself donated the tuft from the back,” Pascal snorted. After these words, the brownie was ready to fall into a swoon, he wiped his hands on his shirt and darted back and forth. “Calfskin,” the familiar explained, clapping its beak in dismay. - Survived, the hatnik believes in children's horror stories. Raven fluffed out his feathers and closed his eyes again.

Far from Vesper City's glittering towers. A metal door slowly opened. A hidden room. A forgotten place. Dust floated through the darkness. A man stepped inside. Without hesitation, he approached an old steel safe. The lock clicked. Then opened. Inside sat a worn black book. Old. Aged. Covered in years of dust. The Black Ledger. The man picked it up carefully. Opened the first page. And smiled. Because one name appeared again. And again. And again. Written throughout countless entries. One name connected everything.

.Pyke realised that she was holding a book, his plan, of course, was to pull it from her."And where is Katrina?" Darby asked, eyebrows furrowed in a frown."She might be...dead by now," Althea was getting on his nerves.He scratched his eyebrow and sniffled as he started speaking, "Look, Althea. I'm not in the mood to play. Just tell me where they are and I'll be away.""Ice world.""The land of Dragonese.""The towers.""They could be anywhere but here," she was teasing him.Taking advantage of his situation.As the moment passed, Pyke snatched the book out of her hands and threw it to Lidia who took a vampire run towards the stairs.It all happened within a blink of an eye that she was only shocked