Dark Peter Pan Book Novels & Stories

he said, voice dark with need. He started lowering his head again.

The dreams came again. This time, I wasn’t a girl. I was a wolf—Nyx, full and furious—running through the forest with blood on my paws and fire in my chest. Behind me, I heard voices. Not human, not wolf. Something older. Something cracked and crawled out of the dark. She walks the path of two. She breaks what was bound. I woke with my sheets tangled and my heart thudding like a war drum. My breath fogged in the cold air of my room, and I swore I saw shadows curling beneath the door before they vanished.

“The little auditor who thought she could balance the books of hell will be left all alone in the wreckage, with nothing but the silence for company.” The iron-bound book on the pedestal suddenly stopped flipping with a heavy thud that shook the floor. It lay open now, the two blank pages glowing with an inner light that looked like burning embers. It was waiting. The pen, a sharp silver quill that looked more like a needle, sat beside it, gleaming in the red dark.

There was an inkpot with a quill and a few parchments scattered here and there with a few books. I brought the torch near the desk. The names of the books read as: Celestial rules of stars and planets. Cosmic biology of wormholes and black holes. Composition and types of dark matter. Components of darkness and light. The bookmarks were scattered here and there and it seemed as if someone had stopped noting down some points in a hurry and left and never returned. I ran my fingers over the books and a series of memories started flashing in my head. The last time Derek used those books was right before he went on to face my father, ultima Damen. That made sense because after that my father kill

The sun was totally down and the sky was pale gold in color. He dusted it as they gathered around it, he turned the front cover and saw a name, boldly written in red ink, looks more like blood. *SARAH BELLOS. IN LIBRO DE MORTE* "Whoa!" Elena exclaimed taking the book from him. "It belongs to Sarah?" Laura asked as they stared at each other. "Then Sarah was the one here and the killer was after her" Alex suggested with folded arms as he thought deeply. "Let's get out of here, I don't like this fog and these crows, seems creepy to me. And hell, it's getting dark" Peter said as he stared at how foggy the graveyard was getting and they agreed to what he said observing the fog and the crow too.

Placing my food down I lean back. He finishes his dinner and lays his head in my lap closing his eyes, “Tell me a story my Firefly.” I run my fingers through his hair thinking. “Growing up one of my favorite stories was Peter Pan. I loved how he was so free to be himselfs and roam free. Living in a magical place called Neverland. As much as I loved my family and pack I spent a lot of my life hidden. Half-breeds weren’t as common there and a Fae wasn’t even heard of. Out of fear I was kept hidden away, my father couldn’t risk the Grey Lake pack finding out who I was and that I was still alive. So I spent my life in the garden and with my nose always in a book.” I sigh, looking up at the sky,

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

I thought of a spell I had recently learned from books. I took my book of magic from under the bed and from the dressing table drawer I took the pendulum my mother had given me recently. I cleaned all unnecessary things from the floor and spread out a map of Italy on it. I opened the book on the appropriate page where the spell was located and wound the pendulum's chain over my hand, holding the sharpened crystal hanging from its end just above the map. This item, when one uttered a spell, would locate anyone I could think of. The more I thought about this person, the faster and more accurately the pendulum would find them. So I started thinking about Oliver, more and more every minute, clos

I carefully unwrapped the cloth and opened the book. Her handwriting was beautiful but slightly slanted with age. I flipped through the first few pages, reading bits of her life, about her mate, her people, the early days of the pack before the Great War. Then, about halfway through, I saw a heading that made my heart skip a beat. “The Beast Beneath the Mountain” I sat down, reading carefully. “There is a darkness far older than our kind. A wolf not born of the Moon, but of chaos. His name is Derek.”