Danny Phantom Clone Novels & Stories

The thick silver gate trapping me was violently kicked from inside, bent and broken by brute force! The dust settled slowly. Through the dim light, the phantom of an 18-year-old werewolf in a white shirt emerged, carrying me out step by step. Stunned, Ronan turned. He came face-to-face with the nightmare that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

If I remember correctly, Cass and Lowan called them dalaketnon. I can’t underestimate this threat; I needed to think two or three steps ahead. For some reason, it wanted to eliminate the cat behind me. I need some kind of diversion; I guess I have to use that skill. Everyone has a secondary skill: Lowan, apart from using his cards as weapons, can use each card’s special ability and not to mention his fortune telling; Noah has superhuman strength to be able to wield his enormous sword like a baseball bat; Cass can transform her whip to a rapier; and as for me, superhuman speed and ~wait for it~ cloning. Yeah, I can make a clone of myself; cool, huh? I can even control it, but there’s a catch,

Katrina asked, folding her arms. “Lucian had been trying to recreate Danny’s serum, but one of the required ingredients is extinct. He insisted that Danny come back to Demonclaw and find a way to recreate it without the missing ingredient. Danny refused, and Lucian attacked using Danny’s inventions to eviscerate the Wildclaw pack.” Anka explained. “In a final moment of his clarity, before I assume Jacira died, Danny told me the serum could never be recreated, not just because of the missing ingredient but because it caused dissociative identity disorder.” She explained.

They nodded eagerly, like puppets on command. That was when Danny finally spoke. His voice was calm, but his tone held the precision of a scalpel. “Miss Kim wouldn’t have attacked you without cause,” he said flatly. “But if you’re truly concerned about the condition of your face, I’d be happy to recommend a nearby aesthetic clinic. Maybe have them check your personality too, since that seems to be the part most in need of repair.” Clara whipped around, eyes wide with outrage. “Who the hell are you?!”

But he kept his eyes open. He had to watch. The clone rose slowly. Bone snapped. Tendons rewired themselves with cable. Silver slid under the skin like liquid titanium knitting itself around a human frame. His left eye flickered red. His right was gone, replaced by a rotating lens with a scanner that made a high-pitched whine. “Phase Six complete,” the clone whispered. “No more humanity. No more heart.” Alessio raised his gun again. “You should’ve stayed dead.” The clone moved.

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

She nodded and bid us goodbye. As we walked away, my mind returned to the strange feeling I had when I shook her hand. The familiarity of her grip. The way her eyes had scanned me for a brief second. It reminded me too much of Joanne. They both had that same energy. The energy you sense only from people trained to fight. People connected to the Phantom Syndicate. One of the groups we had been investigating. And now, more than ever, I hoped my suspicion was wrong. But deep inside, I knew it was not. ******* LMCD22