***SEQUEL TO THE PIPER'S SONG*** Pan's different. Since killing the shadow man, he's gained his powers. He has a new army, and this time, it's not Henry's heart that he wants but the love and affection from his lost girl, Anna. Her destiny means everything to him and he's going to make sure it's fulfilled even if it means withholding her memories. Not only that but the souls of everyone on the island are at risk of being taken and the price to save them all may just be too much to pay... "That night I felt something different for the first time...I saw something in you, Peter, a way out--you don't have to do things like this, you were already winning me over before you altered everything, before you became so dark..." She paused once more, clinging her hardest to the hope that Peter felt something from her words. Beginning to fondle her heart, Pan appeared as though he were contemplating all that she had said. "You're right..." he suddenly replied. Anne's breath fell from her lips with relief. Pan then approached her, intimately gazing into her eyes. "I don't have to do things like this..." his gaze then suddenly darkened into sheer coldness and ice, alerting chills to race down Anne's back. "I want to." With that, he shoved his hand into her chest. (Completed)

What if I told you Felix had a younger sister named Anne? And what if I told you that after Felix left to become a lost boy, Anne found a box filled of all Neverland secrets? What if finally--when Pan plays his special song, Anne follows it to go find her brother? Pan doesn't approve of girls but can he resist taking Anne away to Neverland after he finds out shes the sister to one of his excellent lost boys? At war with Henry's saviors...Pan might just need another soldier...but what happens when love stands in the way of it all? And there's a reason why Pan doesn't approve of lost girls... "Tell me..." Pan started sliding his hand down Anne's arm. She shoved his hand away. "Tell you what--" "Did you feel it--" "I felt nothing--" "--how much I wanted you? How much I wanted everything you could possibly offer--never had I been more attracted--" "I don't care!" Anne spat. "Oh but of course you do! Because you wanted me too...only for a moment but you wanted me." [This story is also on Quotev as well under the name Peter Pan's storyteller] (Completed w/a sequel)

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14