histórias de Pennydreadful

Elizabeth and Harry Jekyl, a very odd pair of newlyweds in the eyes of their peers. Seemingly nice enough, each a bit isolated from the rest of the local residents. But behind closed doors, the pair has each of their own blood soaked secrets hidden away from the outside world.

Follow Tilly as she steps into the mystical worlds, weaved by the great wordsmith Valentino, through the medium of Penny Dreadful. Imagine a world where the only place you knew was the place you grew up, and the city walls that surrounded you were the edges of this world. Beyond that, nothing. Experience her escapism as she wishes she were anywhere but the slums of the citadel.

A glimpse into the darker side of a writer's mind

Victor Frankenstein x (soul eater) reader

How many times do I have to say 'I love you'

A business trip brought about the closure he was searching for which led to a serious fight between the kid and his adopted mom. During the fight, the boy uncovers the dreadful truth about the woman he was living with. He always suspected it but know he knew it.

The Last letter vanessa wrote for ethan

A spec ops agent investigates a murder scene in a forest

Некоторые люди находят созидание в разрушении, другие же просто хотят смотреть, как мир горит.

Newton Manor, 1849, murders are committed all over de country, but a family manor lost in the middle of nowhere is safe, isn't it? A story by Julie Argou and Laura Bavant.

She was born into a shroud of darkness. There was no shining light, no bright path upon which the moon could have shown itself. The dirt paths of Andover lay bare, as the low winds rustled the branches of willows. If one was to listen closely, their low whispers would slowly become clear statements of excitement yet underlying darkly with fear. Tragedy. The townspeople closed their shutters and hid themselves under the guise of the thick black air that hung still. Some took to praying to whatever gods they depended on, while others threw themselves upon more primitive ways in order to cast away the oncoming danger. "𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛. 𝑂ℎ, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑!" Predators who stalked their prey any other night would do no such thing, for that night was the night of which there would only be one predator. The first born of Osiris. --------------------------------------- 𝐀 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

A new team steps out of the shadows...

a book destined to this queen 👑

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Penny Dreadful, not me

Story Outline: The story that we have chosen will be a mix between ACD's A Study in Scarlet and Showtime's TV-series Penny Dreadful. Dr. Watson has recently been wounded in battle in Afghanistan and is sent home due to his critical injuries. He ends up in London at the London Royal Hospital and soon after passes away. At the morgue works this peculiar man with the name of Sherlock Holmes, but he would rather be addressed as his alias "Frankenstein". He is a talented man in very strange areas of alchemy, what you would call a necromancer. Long has he waited for an opportunity to try out his experiment on a human carcass, and now he takes the chance. He has longed for the day when he will have a companion of his own to do his bidding, but also to be treated as a well-respected father. When the rebirth of Watson is successful Sherlock want to teach him as much as possible of all that he has to share, but Watson wants to see the outside world on his own. Sherlock is very reluctant towards this, but gives in as he feels that Watson would lose his respect in mere time. Watson appreciates every breath, every sound, and every step he takes in London, but as his face is revealed he does not get the same appreciation back from the people around. At this period of time word spreads around London about a gruesome murderer who leaves its victims in a bloody mess. It almost seems as a monster is about and soon Watson is suspected for the horrible actions. It is now up to Sherlock and Watson to solve this mystery to prove to the people of London that it is the content within an individual that makes the difference.

An android and her charge cross paths with a civilian

In a world that has gone to hell there is no reason to be alone. 'I have a very clear memory from the time I was eleven years old. There I am running through my parents' first house, my first house, thinking that this is the only summer I would be eleven. Perhaps this was my first existential crisis. Didn't it seem like you'd be eleven forever? We moved from that house when I was nine. There was no way that memory happened.'