Dark Peter Pan Book Novels & Stories

I opened my eyes to see Peter focused on his book. "What are you reading?" I asked, glancing at the book in his hands. Peter held up the cover for me to see. "Um, it's just some light reading. Nothing much," he said with a smirk. It was a book on ancient rituals and protective magic. This was a far cry from what most people would consider light reading. But, then again, Peter wasn't like most people. "I should’ve known. I should've known," I said with a chuckle, shaking my head. "You can take the man out of the curse, but I guess you can’t take the curse out of the man."

She knew she wasn't supposed to be reading this particular book, but little Alexa had the curiosity of all wolf's in the whole universe conjured into her. She was just 15, but she wanted to know everything — including those she wasn't supposed to know. Her huge black eyes scanned through the page, her lips parting as she read, "Beware, mortal, for the words within these pages hold the power to unravel your deepest desires, and unleash a darkness that cannot be tamed. Proceed with caution, lest you lose yourself to the shadows." She knew she should have closed the book at this point, and walked away. A gnawing feeling was circling in her stomach, and rising to her chest like bile. She knew th

Black miasma gathered in mid-air, and within seconds, it condensed into a gigantic black panther. The black panther let out a growl of fury as Perry shouted, "Cast your invisible spells, Panthers!"

plush. I knew this data inside and out. I had read it so often, so often tried to reduce it to something simple. It never worked. Look, Gracy, the funny dog. I called it plush because it looks so plush. I gritted my teeth tightly and hit it again. Over and over again. In doing so, I tried not to think about that cruel day fifteen years ago, but kept recalling the facts to myself. The size, the weight, the appearance. But the thoughts became blurred and suddenly I heard the screams of the children, saw my mother who stormed into the garden, only to be torn down by one of these beasts. I saw my father again, who was trying to split the skulls of these monsters with a spade. But he had dealt wi

Lance answered her with a smile and nod. "Here," He nodded at me to come to the desk. He laid the book down. I paced ahead and stared down at the old book. The pages were dirty yellow with time. I could smell old books. It was so pleasant. He opened the last page of the book, "There," He pointed at the last sentence of the page, "Cold King could lead thee to The Dark Realm." He read the sentence. I stared at the Italian bold letters. "That's it?" Silver asked.

A grand chandelier hangs from the high ceiling, casting a warm light. In the center, there are mahogany tables with velvet chairs, perfect for reading. A fireplace with an ornate mantel and a large painting above it adds to the cozy atmosphere. Tall windows with heavy curtains let in natural light, and a plush Persian rug covers the floor. I ran my hands across the shelves, my fingers came to a halt in one specific book. “Midnight Howls.” A famous book by Orin Darkhowl. According to Thalia’s brother Talon.

I quickly head out to the next shelf. I don’t know how much time has passed, but I feel exhausted. Drake plops into one of the armchairs before the fireplace, yawning. “I covered thirty shelves, and there’s no book on celestial wolves. This is not a library. It's a book town!” He rests his chin on his arm. “It's so huge that I might find aliens hiding somewhere.” “Stop with the excuses. You are just incapable, that’s all,” Dory says while biting her thumbnail, her eyes trained on the book she’s holding.

Haven said, handing Derek her Ipad. Derek began making a series of weird noises and facial expressions. I was immediately jealous, but if one of us could find someone at least that was progress. He was the one with a looming deadline. Derek put down the Ipad and held his hands like Mr. Burns from the Simpsons, looking evil. “Okay so, hear me out,” he said, looking at Haven.

Peter’s mother said, her eyes begging Peter to listen but she knew just how stubborn her son was. Peter said nothing, he just stared at her blankly. “Your father had th-this book, I…it’s a-about witchcraft and some spells. The funny thing about the book is that it comes and it goes, I have never understood the cycle. “Last week, it was nowhere to be found and today, I saw it on the shelf, right where your father used to keep it.” Peter’s mother said, intriguing her curious son even more. “Why, mom?” Peter asked, his hazel light gray eyes peering intently at his mom as though they could reach the very depth of her soul. Sometimes, the scared his mom a little but she would just immediately sha

“They become the heat for the fire, June. Forever.” The ship’s doors slammed shut. They raced away from the Market. June looked at the Golden Book in her mother’s lap. A new page had appeared. Not a recipe this time—a map. And the map didn’t lead to Earth. It pointed to a place called “The Deep Pantry.” As the ship pulled away, June stared at the man in the suit. “Grandma! Who is he, really?” The radio crackled, one last time. “He’s not a man, June,” her grandmother whispered. She sounded terrified. "He is the one who gave Gabe the flour in the beginning. And now he has come to take the soul of the one who used it."