Danny Phantom Dash Baxter Novels & Stories

“If I am targeted, and so will she.” “Don’t worry. I already dispatched my men to guard her.” Of course, he does. However, it occurred to me just now that despite somehow foreshadowing my phantom’s identity right at the beginning when Damon was introduced to me and knowing how he was the CEO of the leading electronic company. I know only very little of him.

He shuddered at the thought of the vampires, he had refused to believe that vampires still existed until he had seen Dracaryx and the others. The door to the room opened and Dracaryx walked in. Dante immediately went on his knees. Dracaryx walked up to him and patted his head. "Good boy." he praised him. "Thank you master" he answered. "Stand up" Dracaryx ordered him.

"And in a way, he's a minor too. I mean look at him. Someone of his physical age cannot....um... you know!" "That doesn't change anything." Dash literally squeaked. Charlie shrugged. The former looked at the rest of his teammates. "Do something!" "No, thank you. I would rather not bleed from every hole in my body." Danny said as quickly as he could. Fawn took some time to consider it. Enough time that Dash even developed an iota of hope. "I don't want to." "Why not?" "Does she look unwilling to you?" "He's using his mind abilities on her." "That's not how it works." Gene quipped.

"Make sure, you got the whole department with you when you come back." The Officer furrows his brows but just shrug the confusion off and smiles. "Roger that." Baxter watches the Officer walk out from the door as he helps Finley to color her favorite pony character and Jany who's still silent and still has a little fever but also working on coloring a Powepuff Girls drawing from a coloring book. "Baxter? Are you going to fight the bad guys?" Her little voice snatches his attention from looking at the door. He smiles and nods his head. "Yes, but I can't do it alone. I'll be needing your help, and subway Sam's too." He answered to his sister.

I already have men on their way to the scene as we speak it appears the creature has just been stunned, you did quite a bit of damage so good job. Dantzler: That's! BULLSHIT!! ALSO YEAH WHERE DID XANNE GO, BUT NO THAT'S BULLSHIT! I won fair ad square..... damnit fine! (With a heavy sigh he stretches both of his arms out and cracks his back then begins charging forward into the desert after the creature) [A little deeper into the underground military base Xanne has begun walking around with what appears to be a camouflage color shopping cart and is picking up items as he goes along]

Tyrell had a silly look. “That could be considered a strategy… if we are looking at all angles….” Daniel rubbed his temples. “Strategy??” Amelia wrinkled her forehead. She didn’t like this theory. “Gaining trust. Probably would explain Baxter’s involvement.” Daniel emphasized and explained “Baxter might have been assured that the casualties would be limited to peripherals not his trusted aides…. Which would have been the case when Ed walked out, the others would have followed as there is no reason for them to stay.”

Its ears had stood up straight, searching for the source of the sound, slowly breathing through its muzzle as its eyes searched round in the darkness and the woods for the one who made such sound It still had a Mark on its claws. The other had shifted back to his human form, and his pain had increased with his shifting process. He was weak beyond imagination. The Phantom was a powerful beast that night, and his strength had failed him when it came to fighting such a monstrosity. It searched until its eyes had caught the sight of something hidden within the trees. It intentionally reduced his breath, breathing slowly while it strained its eyes deeply into viewing what it had suspected to be t

It is the only way to request a job be done by me since there is no way to reach me, a precaution I took to avoid being assassinated or discovered myself. No one knows what I look like and no one knows where I live. The name given to me at birth, Tessa, was buried that day ten years ago when I began running. Instead, I use many different aliases for the purchase of my many safehouses scattered around the Underworld. I’ve developed my costume over time, and I’d like to think I look pretty badass. I wear a skintight, full body, black outfit. A mask always covers the sharp features of my face, only revealing my piercing emerald-green eyes which are cast in the shadow of a black hood I wear. I h