Dark Peter Pan Book Novels & Stories

"What have I done? I've introduced you to something far more dangerous." For a kid's worst nightmare was to grow up and Mrs. Gutenberg knows Amorivia was way too in love with Peter Pan and his promised Neverland. Amorivia would never want to grow up just like how Peter thought he doesn't. Mrs. Gutenberg kissed Amorivia's forehead and then went to Harriett to do the same. She turned on their night lights for she herself was afraid that such Peter Pan might really come if she puts it off. "Goodnight my lovely ones." With that said she closes the door and left.

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:

But then again, he didn't think Damien needed too much light. The room was already spacious, and the cooling from the air conditioner was also enough. Again, a chandelier hung above, serving as the secondary source of light. Mark took a book from the floating bookshelf just beside the window and caressed it. "Too neat," Mark said, "Yet so old." He flipped open the book, "The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde." Mark mused, skimming the summary of the book. Of course, he had quite some collections of books himself, but he was more interested in science fiction and mystery than Gothic horrors.

It pricks my interest and I wonder why I didn’t see it before. Guess I was too cut up trying to find a way and escape the suffocating smoke in the space. Scooting over, I grab the book. It’s an old leather-bound journal with several drawings and writings. I sit back down on the creaky floor, folding my legs together and then I flip through the first page that has a written sentence. “The world is dark. Full of myths. But how much do humans know?” That statement alone stirs my nerve and my curiosity flares to the nth degree. I turn the next page and surprisingly a picture falls off.

he pleaded. She clenched her fists until her nails bit into her palms, wondering if her death had been nothing more than a sacrifice on Vulcan's altar of greed. The only thing holding her steady was her rage. “Tell me everything I need to know. I mean everything,” she demanded. Kieran's voice wavered as he swallowed hard. In the Elders’ quarters, there is an old library. Hidden. No one has ventured into it for years. There is an old book, The Book of Dark Shadows. You can find all the answers you seek.”

"Who is the writer of this book?" He gulped. "My father!" What the fuck! I heard Katrina cursing behind me. "How and why?" I asked firmly. "Actually not an author... My father was a great friend of Aurora's father so they knew each other since childhood and he was always in their house... Dad knew that Uncle Peter was writing a book and he used to listen to thrilling stories from him as he wanted to become a writer and publisher.... When Aurora's grandparents committed suicide, Dad was there in their house. He saw them committing suicide and also read the letter which Peter wrote... He was greedy! He knew where the manuscript was, he stole it from the room. Ignoring the dead bodies hanging t

Dell lays his hand once again on the big leather book. “What do you mean daddy? How am I so special besides being born a female instead of a male?” Corbin asks looking at the book intently before finally looking up at her dad as he stares at his hand on top of the book. “When you were about a year old. Paden showed up with this book under her arm. She told me that she found it and that it belongs to me and my blood line.” Dell sighs as he let’s go of his daughter’s other hand. Turning the big book around to face his daughter he opens to the page he had marked so many years ago. “I read this book and found that it belonged to our original pack. It was written by a Shadow.” He says as Corbin l

She reached out to smooth Dorothea’s bangs away from her eyes. Dorothea executed a subtle turn of her head, slipping past the touch, and pushed the open book toward her mother’s hands. The illustrated page displayed a dark, solitary castle suffocated by dense, twisted brambles. A massive black hawk hovered directly above the highest parapet, its wings casting a shadow over the structure. Hidden within the deep darkness at the base of the tower was a solitary figure, its features entirely unreadable. "I am reading The Tale of the Shadow and the High Tower," Dorothea said, her finger tapping against the wing of the hawk. "Mommy, let me tell you the story."

The eldest child stumbled back, eyes wide, their fingers brushing the hidden charm, trying to anchor themselves to reality. Suddenly, the shadows surged forward, a living tide, attacking the eldest child with spectral fingers. Panic flared, and the child tripped, falling to the ground. The middle child leapt instinctively, grabbing them and yanking them backward, muscles straining. The youngest child did not move. They tilted their head, observing, almost amused, as the Dark washed over their siblings, testing, probing.

Just my husband. "Is it over?" Bryan asked, looking at the house. "I think so," I said. But then I felt a weight in my pocket. I reached in and pulled out a small, leather-bound book. I hadn't put it there. I opened the book. Every page was blank except for the very last one. On the last page, there was a single sentence written in fresh, red ink: 'The sequel begins when you turn the key.' I looked at our new front door. There was a key in the lock. It was made of solid gold, and it was carved into the shape of a wolf’s head.