Danny Phantom Frightmare Novels & Stories

“Amber, I think you need to come to my home and see my equipment with Alex. Maybe we can put together a plan of operation together that will keep all of us safe and find a way to deal with this better. I suggest you get ready, and we head out in the next 30 minutes, if you agree.” “Okay, let me gather my stuff together, and I will be ready in a few minutes.” Amber runs to her room changes and grabs a few items for the trip. She has her weapons, bag of tricks, and gadgets for her hunt. As she steps out, she has another vision. Short, but she sees the mayor rising as a zombie. She heads into the Living Room to see Dominic with the same blank stare, and when he comes out of it, he too acknowled

My other hand balled into a fist, as I let my ice cream drop, pulling Danny along towards the exit. “The crazy desire for blood, the presence in the night, the irritated reaction to garlic…” Danny kept on muttering things as we left. I could smell the fear all over him. I turned to him, grabbing his chin and pushing his head up. “What the fuck is your problem?” I asked, as I let go of him almost immediately. “He's a vampire.” He said, his hands shaking like he was about to suffer epilepsy. “Moon Goddess,” I said under my breath, rubbing my face with my palms as I sighed. “There's no way I'd get beaten by a vampire, that thing was way too strong, and his obviously not a vampire.”

Mommy had reassured her, telling her that Daddy would be fine but she didn't believe it. She didn't believe anyone, not Aunt Rina, or Uncle Alaric, not even mommy. Her fear had taken over everything else and had even caused her to have a nightmare. In her nightmare, Daddy had collapsed, again. She shook him, crying but he didn't wake up. Danielle had woken up with seven times the fear she felt yesterday and the moment she did, she ran over to check on Daddy. "Daddy." She called again and a tear slipped down her cheeks.

Three days of fragile, forced smiles, of bedtime stories read with voices tight with suppressed rage, of nights spent hovering outside her door, listening for the tell-tale whimpers that meant the nightmares had breached her defenses again. Damien’s initial volcanic fury towards the Vances and St. Agnes had cooled, solidified into something far more terrifying: a glacial, diamond-hard resolve. He moved through the rooms like a wraith, silent except for the low, relentless murmur of his voice issuing commands into his phone. His eyes, usually so warm when they landed on Lila or me, were distant, focused on a bleak horizon only he could see, a horizon dominated by the phantom conjured by Lila’

Leo was given a chair, but he sat on top of the ant colony. He tried to hold back any screams, but as more aunts climbed up to his feet and stung him, he started to yell, "Fuck! So what, it's just an ant bi - fuck!" He tried to wiggle himself free, but in the process, his entire body fell on the colony of aunts. "Aah! They are biting my face!" "As for Dane, you have an anxiety disorder." Adrian smirked and revealed, "You fear the unknown. So, what better way to suffer than with eyes covered, lying in the dark, and enjoying the company of... whatever."

“You do not have to worry. She is fine. Dante is always like this. He has Thanatophobia. An extreme fear of death, especially for the people he cares about.” “Do mafia people get scared of death?” “Yes. They are scared of losing the one they love.” “I feel bad for him. And for myself.” “Save all the pity till later. Invest the energy into praying that nothing happens to Elena. Dante would not just change he would turn a vampire. He would drain the blood of everyone he knows and the ones he doesn't and crawl into his shell forever.” “Why?”

“Are you under attack, Fran?” I was able to mirror his smile. “I think we can say so, yeah.” The waiter brought the bill and Harry handed him a black credit card. “How much? I mean, you need me to hold you, kiss you, just rest a casual hand on the small of your back?” “Grab me by the hand to leave.” “That’s subtle.” Harry chuckled softly. “Breathe, Fran. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Or a Haunter. The Haunter Supreme, to be accurate. I was still seeing him. And he was still staring at me, like wishing oh so bad his eyes were knives.

“Why?” “Because only I am allowed to hurt you,” he growled, his hand tightening just enough to make me gasp. “I want to be the only thing you fear. Not the dark, not the silence, not even the fire that haunts your dreams. I want you to tremble whenever you hear my name. I want you to scream when I’m in front of you. I want to be your worst nightmare, because nightmares are the only things people never forget.” With each sentence, I felt my spirit sink further into the abyss. I had phobias—terrible, crippling fears that only a handful of people in this world knew. Not even Damon knew the full extent of my night terrors or the way my skin crawled in the silence.

​He looked at Scarlett, and for the first time, she saw a flicker of genuine terror in his eyes. ​"My father didn't die ten years ago," Xavier said. "He just went into the dark. He’s the one who sent the message about Danny. He’s the one who hired the man who hired you." ​The Hamptons. Saturday. 8:45 PM. ​The interior of the house was lit only by the fireplace. The storm had finally arrived, rain lashing against the windows in a frantic, rhythmic beat. Danny was asleep on the rug, exhausted by the ocean air and the freedom of a day without fear.

“So, not trying to be rude, Ring, but can you stop crying? I kind of need to run something that's by you.” At the sound of his voice, my tears dried up almost instantly. I'm not sure if it was because I was feeling embarrassed or maybe because having a friend around, even if he wasn't here in person, was comforting. I wiped the remaining tears from my face as I glanced around, expecting his face to show up on a TV or something like that. Frequency has the ability to use frequencies to control technology. To lessen his impact, the Nightmare Master put him to sleep, forcing him to use his frequencies to spy on people, among other things.