How Old Is Peter Pan From Once Upon A Time Novels & Stories

Dione said weakly. “Did Peter come with you?” Baron asked Dione. Dione frowned at the unfamiliar name, but only one person came at the same time as them. “That man who helps Jax? We were only a few minutes ahead before he arrived. Who is he?” Dione asked. “He’s my only son, Peter,” Baron replied. Dione gasp and realizes that she shouted at him earlier. “You two can get along, he’s only a year away from you, Dione,” said her mother. Dione is twenty years old so that makes Peter twenty one.

Surprised, the kid did not react fast enough, and Peter quickly pulled off the mask, revealing a young and innocent face underneath. She had a soft and detailed face, like that of a girl around fifteen or sixteen. However, since she had been pretending to be a boy, she looked a bit underfed, maybe just twelve or thirteen. Peter had seen right through her act, and she glared at him, feeling angry. "How did you figure it out?" Speaking in fluent Zyphonian, but with a hint of challenge, she said, "I've been in disguise for so long, yet nobody's caught on!"

When he got to his throne, he suddenly recalls another incident. **Flashback** "This is the child, throw him into the dungeon." Great One ordered Peter, and hand over a child of two years to him. "But Great One, I think he is too small for such dungeon. Why don't we exercise patience till he's grown enough!" Peter advises him. "Don't tell me what I knew beforehand... just follow my instructions." Great One rolled his eyes and left his presence. *** "It's almost 20 years, I need to go see the child now!" He muttered to himself as he walks off to the temple...

“Your father… Peter… he grew up in a children's home. He was smart, too smart for his environment, more like a genius. He read everything he could find. One day, Jacob came across him through a scholarship program and picked interest in him.” Tim turned to face her properly now. Something in the way she said “Jacob” made him sit straighter. “Peter was twenty-three when I met him. I was twenty. I was working in a small restaurant. He was the kind of man who carried light into any room. He didn’t talk much, but when he did, you listened.” “He was one hell of a handsome man just like you, his eyes could charm the hardened heart, and the way he smiled at me that first day I set my eyes on him.”

It already looks about the same as a human child of four or five years old, looking up at me. "Mommy." He looked at me and smiled. "He's only two years old, why does he look like a four or five year old?" I looked to Count Noah and asked. "The growth time for humans is different from bloods, and he is a blood, so of course it doesn't take that long." Count Noah said with a smile. When we walked into the lobby we realized that Duke Amos and Quintas were here. "Peter has been missing since the last great battle, and yesterday I received word that he had appeared in the territory of the Bloodbats."

Life was to be lived, no matter what. “So the biological clock is ticking,” he muttered. “Can’t stop that,” she agreed. No one had control over time.”How old are you, Peter?” “Thirty-five.” “Then you must have had quite a few disappointing personal experiences, too.” “Click!” he said, throwing a wide dazzling grin at her. Erin’s heartbeat did its own clickety-click. Peter Ramsey was an absolutely gorgeous man. She was loving this experience with him. No doubt disappointment would come sooner or later, but until it did…

He can wax lyrical about Peter Parker for hours and I’m hoping this will be enough to distract him. “Peter’s only a boy,” Jackson says with a giggle, like I’m the silliest person on the planet. “But Batman is old like you.” Ouch. I’m not sure that 26 can be classified as teetering on the edge of the grave, but I guess to a 4-year old, it must seem pretty ancient. On par with middle-aged Batman, in fact. “Oh look, there’s your school up ahead. Are you excited to see all your friends?” I ask desperately.

Peter looked up at me with a mix of horror and pity, “He found one, she was not what he expected and tried to woo her into becoming his queen… yet she already loved another… Aamon could not stand another having what he claimed was his and started the Night of Blood…” Peter was chocking up, remembering distant memories. Glen was doing his best to comfort him and I stayed quiet, trying to decide the best questions to ask. “So, my grandfather… He is how old?” Peter had stopped crying now, part of me wondered what about the story had set him off but I thought better not ask right now. “I’m not exactly sure, but he is as ancient as they come…” I nodded before asking, “So what does any of this hav

Upon noticing my gaze, Peter withdrew his attention from Daisy and walked over to us. "Little one, how old are you?" Despite being blocked by me, Peter treated me like air, wearing a subtle smile as he continued to converse with Daisy, who had peeked her head out from behind me. "I'm... " "She's four years old ," I quickly answered. "If there's nothing else, we'll go in first. Amber is waiting for me." Peter's smile vanished instantly, replaced by an expressionless face as he turned his gaze toward me. "Did you hear me clearly? I was asking her, not..."

“Mum. Do you remember Peter.” Eleanor frowned slowly. Then her face changed. “Peter,” she repeated. “Little Peter. From the house on Camden Row.” “He’s not little anymore,” Sandra said. “He’s sixty-one. He was twelve when you got married. He lived two doors down from where I was sent to live with Auntie Joan.” Sandra’s voice was careful, like she was handling something fragile. “He used to sit with me on the step some evenings. He was the only person who ever asked me how I was doing and actually waited for the answer.”