The Peculiars Tale Novels & Stories

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

I should have turned back right then, grabbed my phone and called for help even though the signal was spotty as shit in these woods, but something pulled at me, a curiosity mixed with that reckless streak I'd always had, the one that got me into trouble with bad boys and worse decisions back in the city, and before I knew it, I was creeping forward, my breath coming in shallow puffs that fogged the air around me. The trees parted suddenly into a clearing, and there they were, a group of figures huddled around a fire, and I ducked behind a thick oak, peering out as my pulse raced, because these weren't hikers or campers, the tallest, turned his head toward me, his eyes. Oh God, what the fuck

Scheur POV I kept my eyes fixed on the stone floor as I carried the heavy laundry basket down the dimly lit hallway. In this world, humans knew their place — especially when serving werewolves. Two years in the palace had taught me one unbreakable rule: avoid them like poison. Speak only when spoken to. Never meet their eyes. Never linger. A burst of excited voices echoed from the servants’ quarters. I hesitated, then stepped closer and set the basket down.

Lydia stared at me for a moment before letting out a long sigh. “You’re unbelievable, but what if something happens." she muttered. “Lydia, stop thinking like that,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t know,” she replied with a suspicious look. “I’m just saying… the guy sounds like some rich hotshot. What’s his name again?” “Jack,” I answered, almost bursting into laughter. “See? Even the name sounds dangerous,” Lydia said dramatically. “What if Jack spreads your legs and eat you alive. It’s been a long time since you got a proper...”

"There's a festival that takes months of preparation when you go to Silvenia, it’s called White Day. Since everyone is invited, designers from Silvenia might come and take your measurements for your suits and gowns. You can choose your own personal designers but I doubt no one knows Silvenian fashion better than Silvenian designers. People can dance over a frozen lake, don't worry about falling because it's been frozen for years that no one even knows what it looks like when the ice is all thawed. There's a legend that if a wolf howls while you're dancing on the frozen lake, it means that good things await you and your dancing partner so most people take the chance to dance with a loved one

The budding flowers were swaying back and forth as if dancing to the whistle of the calm wind, circulating their sweet scent all over the place. Two servants walked around the palace when they saw the man peacefully sitting on the big cushion in his armchair. "Is it him?" the younger one asked. The older maid nodded. "I read a lot about him in the books written by the scholars," she said. Her eyes could not hide the amazement of seeing a famous figure. "Very well, then. Be careful dealing with him. His insanity is slowly devouring him, day after day," the older maid warned her. "It is indeed miserable to become the mad king of Grellis," she exclaimed, still looking at the man who was laughin

Her mind racing with unanswered questions. The princess looked around, slightly paranoid; she searched the room. Carefully glancing into every corner, occasionally having to squint in the dull light. It reminded her of a creepy story, one where a whole family get murdered and buried in their basement. Nope, this place was definitely worse. Hoping for something to distract her mind, Elika shuffled further back on the bed, carelessly rising to her feet. She smiled up at the window, using her hands to boost her tiny mass onto the large ledge.

All activity appeared to stop as her voice jingled in the room. The khaki-clad policemen, the two drunk vagabonds, the plainclothes man dressed in a white shirt and brown trousers all fit in perfectly well with the yellow-colored walls of the station; with its slow-moving fan, making a screeching sound as it rotated, the small window with metal bars, the paan-stained sink at one corner of the room. It was only Ria who seemed out of place, and she was suddenly very aware of the fact.

Hi friends, First I would like to thank you for choosing my book. This is my first attempt to write a supernatural story. I want to insist you guys bear with me and go on until the end because then only you will see all the mysteries getting solved and everything fall in its place. You might find my characters irritating at some point of time but there is the reason for such behaviour which will be revealed over the period of time.

I opened the book and began to read the first page: Everyone knows the small town of Telluride, where the people are mysterious, where you can get lost and no one is surprised, where the strangest things happen and no one says anything, why? What is hidden in Telluride that its inhabitants are used to or afraid of? On my journey through that place in 1890 I discovered everything there could be, strange creatures, magical places and devilish people. "That's it, let's go" Lucas appeared behind me making me jump.