Danny Phantom Books Novels & Stories

And this is how the last story about Light and Darkness that I wanted to present to you ends. It was certainly an extraordinary journey, showing different stories, but at the same time touching the same topic - can two such opposing poles as Light and Darkness connect at some point? I'll leave it to your own choice, but one thing is for sure - as Miyuki said in Book 4, wanting to stop the battle between vampires and wizards - Light and Darkness certainly couldn't exist without each other. If there was only Light but no Darkness, what would be its meaning? Likewise, if there was only Darkness in the world, wouldn't its existence be pointless without trying to "devour" the Light?

I managed to get a good enough view to see that Max and Eddie were holding their own, although the vampires were dealing with the majority. When the back door of the van opened, I expected it to be Peter or Max. Instead, it was a very large zombie. He pulled me by my ankles onto the ground. My scream of surprise and rage echoed in my head, although no one around me seemed to respond so I question if it made it to my lips.

“DON’T.” Danny glanced at his fingers almost by accident, still reeling from having been touched in such a way by someone he didn’t know, and saw the bloody gum of torn skin under his nails. He stopped, still as the city that no longer was. In that part of him where the light flickered to reveal smiles before, there now issued a second spark, only the light was blue this time. Cold, and burning. The light was pain. Danny had been scratching at his scars.

One of Danny's first reading loves was in the horror genre, devouring Poe, King, Herbert and others as a child, and he has recently developed a side line in writing horror shorts for the author and compiler, Samie Sands, which he enjoys very much. Danny now lives in France, and his book, A Tale of Aquitaine, is part auto fiction, part fantasy, and about his life there caring for a disabled child. He is now working on a forthcoming novel entitled, Lala's Non-stop Erotic Cabaret, a story of sex, murder, and insanity..

Or that my initial suspicion about him as my phantom was indeed correct. “I’m going to meet Damon tonight,” I said, and if my phantom will not show up while I am with Damon, then it could lend credence to my theory. Nancy nodded and then stood up. “Alright. Good luck with that and please be safe. I just came here to check on you, and I’m glad I did.” “Thank you.” With that, she left my office, but not without blowing me a kiss and wink before she closes the door. ****

He’s always got his nose in a book—sometimes some classic, since he’s a lit professor, but just as likely a thriller, and he knows I love a good romance as much as he loves a good save-the-world-from-the-bad-guys adventure. Maybe the difference is that this is an erotic romance, and a kinky one at that? I jump up and try to snatch the book away from him, but it’s too late. He opens it at my bookmark, and begins to read out loud in a rich voice, like he’s reading Shakespeare. Oh, god. It’s the part where the hero gives the heroine a sexy spanking. Hearing Daddy read it is so embarrassing. Embarrassing, yet hot. My face burns, and I squirm from humiliation and horniness, pressing my thighs clo

So he took advantage of being home on sick leave and spent whole days on his laptop, searching the Internet across the globe for the most reliable sources possible. Maria, after long conversations with her husband and Miguel, let herself be persuaded and promised that she would find some way to contact Nadir, but the search was more difficult than she thought. Firstly, Maria didn't know exactly what to look for, and secondly, where, after all, she didn't know anyone interested in something like black magic and summoning demons. But one night the answer came to her by itself, in a dream in which Maria saw quite clearly the book she was looking for and a spell that would help her contact the c

I thought of a spell I had recently learned from books. I took my book of magic from under the bed and from the dressing table drawer I took the pendulum my mother had given me recently. I cleaned all unnecessary things from the floor and spread out a map of Italy on it. I opened the book on the appropriate page where the spell was located and wound the pendulum's chain over my hand, holding the sharpened crystal hanging from its end just above the map. This item, when one uttered a spell, would locate anyone I could think of. The more I thought about this person, the faster and more accurately the pendulum would find them. So I started thinking about Oliver, more and more every minute, clos

Luthias, on the other hand, with his immaculate appearance and stately mannerisms fit his title quite adequately. I questioned her a little more about the vagabond vampires. I learned that, although they weren’t allowed in Geo’s palace, they occasionally found their way in -through the air ducts or a door a guard was negligent enough to leave unattended- in their search for mischief. This wasn’t good news. Not only did I need to worry about mutant-humans once I slipped out of Verso, but I had to get past vagabond vampires with an insatiable lust for human blood as well. When I questioned her about the size of the palace, I was informed it contained over three hundred rooms. One could easily

“Here. Eat.” I accepted the fruit and looked at him as he get another one. When he bit it, I bit on it too, imitating what he’s doing. We ate silently and I didn’t hear any noise except the creaking sound of the night and the crunchy fruits while we were munching. “What’s your name?” Do real vampires have names? He stopped on his track to look at me before averting it away like he’s getting burned by my gaze. “Prin-,” he shook his head. “Dash Slaughtrus Vandelion.”