Peter Pan Fanfic Novels & Stories

Whatever she was doing required a tremendous amount of strength. “No, they’re coming. They always know where I am. And once a month, I wake up there. I think I do really bad things,” Peter said. “Whatever happened to me, I don’t think I’m human anymore. I have these dreams, but the more they happen… I think they’re real. I have fur and claws, long legs and arms, and a snout like a monster. There are no thoughts in my head other than to kill. They tell me to do things, and I do them. Right now, betraying them,” he gasped, “It hurts so much, but Mr. Silverburn. Just get this to him. Ok?” “Peter, you’re fucking scaring me,” Brian cried, pulling a now sobbing Peter into an embrace. The two men k

Peter now saw Daniel, let go of Little Bear, shook his butt, and ran to his father. Meat claw hugged his father's thigh, rounded body leaning against his leg, turned his head to look at Kate, his voice full of milk explained, "Must marry someone like Gray Wolf, if mother marries father, then the father must also be like Gray Wolf, know how to love your wife." Peter finished speaking, his father lifted his shirt. Waving with his claws, Peter yelled, “Dad, let me down~” Caught up, Peter shrank into his clothes, his four short limbs flailing wildly, looking very much like a small turtle.

Wendy nodded faintly, not wanting her tears to fall. "Alright, madam, I'll go first. Neverland will not come to me by itself," said Peter. He bowed in respect. Wendy did too. Their gazes met, and they exchanged smiles. Even though Wendy is an adult, in Peter's eyes she is still his girl, best friend, and mother of The Lost Boy. Reliable storyteller. Wendy had loved someone else for a long time too, but when Peter came tonight. When they stared so close, the feeling was still there. The first love, the first kiss, the desire to have is still the same. The woman reflexively fingered the locket. Tink clinked impatiently, wanting to hurry home. Peter waved faintly, and turned, flew towards the s

Something startling crosses his gaze, but the Lycan does not tear it from me. “Alba? Is everything okay?” Peter’s voice cuts through the thick need I held to melt into his majesty, but before I can turn away for a second time, his voice, clear and condescending, speaks. “You ran away from Ketria to dress like this and entertain men?” “I did not run away; the old king gave me permission to leave.” “Alba?” Peter calls again. The position we are in, the Lycan’s hand on my chin and his obvious fury at my romantic life spark some conclusions in Peter.

With that said she closes the door and left. Amorivia's eyes snapped open and she grinned mischievously. She got off her bed and walk towards the full-length window. Her eyes were twinkling as she stares at the stars above her. "Oh, Peter! When will you come and get me?" Peter Pan was her ideal boy and all she could imagine of Peter was from a movie. "I'd like to be mother and I'll never, ever do the same mistake Wendy did." Before she knew what had happened that night, the sun had already risen. It woke her up and she groans. Slowly she opened her eyes. I have fallen asleep beside the window again, she thought and smiled.

Peter laughed dryly. “Then do it now, big brother,” Beatrix said with a mocking face. Peter sighed and rose. “Ever seen a cat on two legs? Nah, I’m not talking about circus cats.” Phoenix reminded. “Hehe, I’ll do it properly.” “It’s fine, Phoenix. Let him go. I’ve forgiven him. And no, don’t touch him.” Lavana said to her mate. “I won’t.” he raised his hands in surrender. Peter quickly thanked Lavana and was about to flee, only for Phoenix to stop him.

Peter rose from the bed, leaving Alexia frozen in place, her mind reeling from what she had just seen and heard. The images Peter had shown her spoke volumes—of all the people who could have sought vengeance for her actions, she had fallen into the hands of the worst possible person. The Peter she remembered—the friendly, warm sixteen-year-old boy—was long gone. In his place stood her tormentor, someone unrecognizable, a man who wielded her life like a weapon. She knew she was utterly at his mercy, and he would never let her forget it.

Author’s POV With Christina having been taken away by one of the Alpha's men, Becca, Melissa, and Peter are stuck with a new wave of panic. Peter throws himself down with the chair he's chained to, screaming and shouting for his daughter to be brought back to him. The binds holding him are incredibly frustrating, but no matter how hard he tries to shift, he can't bypass the silver irritating his skin. Angry and frustrated at his dilemma, he roars, and the sound nearly brings down the whole dungeon.

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

He gasps and sucks in air, literally panting for his life. Peter smacks my shoulder, bitter. “You went too far, man…” “Tell that to the goddamn bastard.” I move away and start assembling my books. “What now, huh?” Peter groans louder. “Fighting for some cheap bitch?” He demands keenly. Then he turns to face Pan. “You crossed the line…” I don't look at them. “You should let go, Cornor.” Peter slips beside me, close enough for me to feel his hot breath. “You’d end up getting punished and prolly fully suspended.” There’s a shirt pause. “Even worse, we may split… for good.”