Danny Phantom Flying Novels & Stories

He'd decided that since they'd seen his mate was capable of flying, letting them know he could wasn't that much of a big deal. "He can fly too?" Dante asked in shock. They'd seen many things today. Lavana's eyes can glow, her hair can lengthen and change colour, her claws are very long, she is not as skinny as they thought, and Phoenix can fly just like her. And there were more secrets to unveil. As far as they knew, werewolves cannot fly or do any of the things Lavana just did. What the heck was going on? "Guys, you must not worry too much. Go to the competition grounds. We'll be back soon. Then I'll explain to you all." Phoenix said before holding his mate's right hand, and a golden light

If Damon’s fire used to be only as far as his hand, now he can release fire in different parts of his body. “Whoa, that’s cool!” Damon said in amazement. The fire made him a wing, so he lifted off the ground and flew. The three couldn’t take their eyes off him as they watched him fly. It distracted them to hear the very tense sound of the creature. Damon quickly flew closer to the creature, and he made a fire whip that bound the creature so that it could no longer escape. Damon went down to the ground and stood beside Cael and Kyra. The creature continues to disappear.

“Now it makes sense why I was brought here.” Damien gave a slow nod before stopping, tilting his head back to look up toward the highest treehouse. “He’s up there,” he said, jerking his chin toward it. “Let’s go.” I turned to him, blinking in slight confusion. “Wait—are we using our powers to go up there?” Damien’s lips curled into an almost mischievous smile. “We can, but this time no,” he said simply. “We’re flying.” Before I could ask what he meant, I heard the faintest rustle of air. Then, right before my eyes, a pair of magnificent wings unfurled from his back, stretching wide in a mesmerizing display.

Ruan rasped, forced back into the cold reality of the road. He stood up, swaying on his feet, and reached down to haul me up. The world tilted dangerously, the hangars and the burning remains of the jet spinning around me. I leaned into him, my arm around his waist, my head resting against his shoulder. Around us, the airstrip was a graveyard of twisted metal. The Phantoms were emerging from the smoke—shadowy figures of black leather, coughing, bleeding, but alive. "Vulture! Jax!" Ruan bellowed, his voice regaining its presidential authority even through the pain.

Being able to only shift a specific part of your body at a time is no easy task, certainly not right now when all my efforts are focused on keeping us in the sky. “I always know where she is, and if she’s okay. You’re good for her,* he replies, offended. I nearly laugh at that, if he only knew. Just then, I grunt through the feeling of both my legs shifting, as the demon struggles to hold on. I’ve never tried to fly while partially shifted, but I know for certain I can’t fly while Dante is in his full form. Believe me we’ve tried.

My face was all serious with both my hands on my pockets trying to breathe fine. It’s another day to build up this hope that she will be back. Jethro still didn’t approve of what I just said to him the other day. I don’t know what came up to me that I suddenly uttered those words. Not wanting to sound like giving up, I immediately changed my mind. Some dark idea clouded my head that time. When he said that I should fly to my moon.