Peter Pan Novels & Stories

"Why Neverland? We can go to Disney and every lovely places of your choice, honey." "Because..." He stops and pouts his lips as if thinking. Then he goes again. "Because Peter Pan lives there." I press my lips firmly, trying not to laugh... but I can't. I burst into laughter. “That's 25 requests, mum.” My little boy yells a total of something. “All the items you’re getting me, Mum.” He grins. My smile freezes for a while. All I do is stare at my little boy and marvel at how smart he is. A literal genius. While I tickled him to distract him, and while his mind focuses on listing items and sticking the number to his memory.

A dull pressure settled deep inside my ear, followed by a sharp, high pitched sound that rang through my head like the bells they rang at the Jade temple. “Calm yourself Oliver.” I think I heard father say, but the sound of it was muffled and seemed far away. “I am leveled.” I said with gritted teeth, my nails biting into my skin. “Oliver, look at your hands!” My head tilted down to see the tiny sparks that had appeared on my fingers tips. The heat shot through me, down my arms, my pulse thundered in my ears. I was sick of father treating me like some prized possession that couldn't handle his own. I was the future alpha of this pack, of the great Valeras pack. Not some vulnerable defenseles

When I graduated, Peter was already two years old. By then, he was walking everywhere, always clinging to grandma - which was his first word. He was a beautiful boy with straight black hair, fair skin, a cute little upturned nose, and those huge violet eyes that made me sigh. He was my sunshine! And now I would have more time for him.

“Neither this way nor the other. You must remember that you are only a commandment and she is the one we ought to protect and not covet. I hope you understand and know your place, Peter.” The warning that he always receives in different words and forms from his companions and their circle. The fact that he knew that could never be changed. The rule that he couldn’t defy, knowing what’s good and not. Yet, he couldn’t fool himself for the thing that he truly desires. “Tsk! One way and another?” Peter asks to the nothingness, where he is currently walking along the entire world that is stopped by time. From the disappointment and pain, of the Maiden’s mana.

An iPad landed in my lap. I looked down at the screen and froze. It was Peter. He was sitting in what looked like one of his university classrooms; the one where he’d just applied for his doctorate. “We have him in our sight twenty-four seven. Any refusal from you…” his lips curled into a cruel smile, “ends him.” This wasn’t fiction. I had no doubt he’d follow through. “But if I’m a princess, that means… he’s a prince too, right?” I asked, desperate to make sense of this twisted reality forced upon me.

"I don't want to grow up!" It was clear to Amorivia. "Is Peter Pan even real?" She asked her own, closing her eyes as she withdraws from growing up. Now, she jumps off their window. To die will be an awfully big adventure, Peter Pan would say.

"This is why you always lose, no imagination at all. Our father gave you everything because he knows what an idiot you are and you won't survive our world." "You can't be mad I'm SIMPLY the favorite son!" Peter was well aware of how it irritates me. "One of these days, maybe sooner, I will succeed against you and be the next brutal king!" Peter smiles as he begins to spout more nonsense. "How about a trade! You give me that pussy over there and you can have any country under me." Peter's voice didn't slur as he says this, for I know he's now starting to want Baby as he kept on eyeing her. Baby's body language were giving off too much information. Everyone is hungry for some meat in this room

Wendy said. “I’m sorry, aunt Wendy. But please, let’s not talk about this anymore. I’m sure that West or whatever you call him wants nothing good with Darin. I took the risk of healing him and you just want me to hand him over? I’m gonna have to disobey you, aunt Wendy.” Peter said. “Okay, Peter. I’ll still try to warn you but please, reconsider this. What do you even want with the vampire?” Wendy said. “We’re working on a time machine, you know it has always been my dream to be recognized as one of the best, this is my chance, aunt Wendy, please understand me.” Peter said.

Peter: gone have fun He helped me settle in, I was embarrassed Me: why did you do that Peter: because I wanted to see you again Malèna He has one of his ways of pronouncing my first name, slowly he accentuates the è it's strange Peter: And since you told me you didn't like going out . Me: it was a polite way to say no to you Peter: ah .. Me: but we're here, tell me a bit about yourself .. Peter: what do you want to know Me: Do you like being a gangster ?! He laughed Peter: you are not afraid of anything Me: why should I ?! Peter: I'm not a gangster, I'm a business man Me: what are you doing ?! Peter: I have nightclubs and a restaurant Me: what restaurant ?!

With a quick move, he sent the kid tumbling to the ground, and the kid let out a string of Spanyric words at Peter. Peter was a bit taken aback. "You're a curious one!" His eyes twinkled with a mischievous light, like a cat watching a mouse. The kid stared at Peter, wide-eyed and scared. He had not guessed Peter would understand him. "Who are you, and why are you following me?" The kid scrambled up, still gripping the surgical scalpel he had tried to use on Peter, shocked that his attack had not worked. Something told the kid that Peter was no ordinary guy.