Danny Phantom Black Hair Novels & Stories

Again she felt that all too familiar pull to them as they mesmerized her. Around the eyes a handsome face smiled. His black hair was slicked back atop his head not a single strand of hair out of place. His tan face was perfectly chiseled and smooth. His pink lips were turned up in a vicious smile allowing his white teeth to show. His long sharp canines glinted in the sunlight. In her mind Danica had pictured rogues as disgusting wolves that lived on the land and barely had time to bath, but this man standing before her was gorgeous.

I feel like I could float. Dom finally blinks and steps forward, fingers sifting reverently through my hair like he’s touching something reverent. “So that’s why you said this hair was a Priestess thing.” I nod, smile soft. “Yeah. The black is my natural hair colour which I’ve always had. The reason it never changed is because though I was always next in line. I hadn’t truly become one yet.” He nods in understanding before his brows furrow. “What happened to you back there?” he asks, jaw tightening. “At the Castellanos pack. You were unconscious for six days.”

Transforming back to monstrosity, I howled as a go signal and we dashed forward, determine to win this battle. Dana leaped towards me and we both collided in the air before landing back to the surface in a split second. Our pack tried their best to push back our enemies as Gwen and Cayde ran ahead of us along with Enzo. As the light slowly travelled away from us, I looked over my shoulder, seeing Dana with a smirk on her face, one of her arms was partially shifted into a monstrous form. I gritted my teeth when I realized that she managed to scratch me on my shoulder. But that confirmed it, she was no hybrid but she was stronger than any of her underlings. That was expected of the foundation

The face that greets me is not the one I was hoping to see. "Hello, sweetie pie," Danny says, smiling. But I can tell it's fake, even though the only light source is the moon. Danny is dark-skinned. His black hair is styled in a low cut, and he has a beard. The Dolce & Gabbana suit he's wearing does little to hide his muscles. I'd be lying if I said he wasn't ripped. To sum it up, Danny is a gorgeous man, but even with all his handsomeness, he is the worst romantic partner I have ever met-except Jacob if I'm including that horrible human being in the running, too.

’’ Dylan said. Jason had short blond hair that was cut very close to his skin. He was tall and huge just like the other guys. Connor, the one who had the long black hair and had spoken some moments ago smiled down at her. Crisscrossing tattoos filled his left, giving him that bad boy vibe Amanda was already used to.

"Okay, sorry," he shrugged. "I know she's your sister, and she's kind of in her own little world, but there's something about her. Maybe I'm a sucker for hippie tomboys." "You're digging a deeper hole." "Only under your skin," Danny smirked. "I just like to bust your chops, man. Besides, she's so into that sixties shit I bet she doesn't even shave her pits," he scrunched his face up. "Or shower. Her hairs always kind of a mess so maybe..."

Danny's POV Two weeks. That’s how long it takes for a person to turn into a ghost while they are still breathing. I had washed the black dye out of my hair. It took four rounds of scrubbing until my scalp was raw and red, but the blonde finally came back dull and stripped of its shine, just like me. I had popped the brown contacts out, too. My oceanic blue eyes were back, but when I looked in the mirror, they looked like a sea that had gone stagnant. Dead water.

she laughed and walked out of the office. He tried his best to focus on work, but he couldn’t stop himself from turning to G****e. He wanted to know more about the man who beat the shit out of Lana. Danny was bad news. Xyrus liked to know his enemies and Dan was most definitely his enemy. Lana was a beautiful woman and he tried to picture her with blonde hair. He didn’t mind the brunette, but it was obvious she was a natural blonde. He imagined she would have been stunning as a blonde, with glossy hair and golden highlights.

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

He grunted, his hand grabbing my neck the next instance. "I have no idea… He just crawled out of a book." I said as his grip on my neck tightened. His dreadlocks began to rise; the couple of rings attached to each hair began to glow. The chirping of birds ceased at once; they had all fled after feeling the intense, sinister aura erupting from him. "Damian?" "Don't call me that…" He suddenly withdraws; he walks towards the sea once more, holding out his left hand, which keeps burning.