Danny Phantom Ghostly Wail Novels & Stories

"Then...I don't know. You sat down and I changed my mind." "Because sad, pathetic me was just too easy?" "No. I don't know why." "What about Danny?" "That..." He sighed. "That just happened. It was a coincidence my plan coincided with his release." "Is he really in danger?" "No one has seen or heard from him in days. Someone named Randy called me. Left a message. And Ghost heard it. Said he has Danny and wants to talk tomorrow." About her. "Ghost told me in the beginning that someone would end up taking the fall for what we were doing. I...I didn't listen. I didn't think it through-"

he whispered, his voice trembling. I wiped the blood from my cheek and looked him dead in the eye, my voice a cold, absolute command. "Dahil wala nang ibang hari sa mundong ito kundi tayo, Dante. And I don't negotiate with ghosts." (Watch out for Chapter 254) 💬 Add to library | Vote | Comment | Gifts

Her boots echoed in the cavernous space as she stepped onto the cold cement floor. A mechanical hum started. Lights flickered on. Dozens of masked men emerged from the shadows. Silent. Armed. And then— Ghost. He wore a sleek matte-black helmet, no features, voice warped by a modulator. “You came,” Ghost said. “I don’t break promises,” Juliette replied, chin high. He stepped closer. “And yet, you’ve broken everything else. The empire. The legacy. Damon’s illusions.” She didn’t flinch. “Where’s the boy?”

The one connected to my Sexy Red persona. Danny's name flashed on the screen. What could he possibly want? My hands were shaking as I grabbed the voice modulator and answered. "Hello?" I said in my altered voice. "Sexy Red, hi," Danny said, and something in his tone made my stomach drop. "Hi," I responded carefully. "I thought about everything you said," Danny continued, his voice oddly calm. "And there's something important I need to tell you. Can we meet? Just briefly. In the next ten minutes. This is very important."

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

I asked the ghost after her emotional moment with Mimi, and she pointed something at the 4r-size picture in my hold. “Look at this faint human figure here, like a shadow near you. It’s me, Syd. Look at that closely. It's red! And I am wearing red. See? It’s me! The camera caught me as a ghost!” She said excitedly, and I did see what she meant. “Woah!” I let out in amazement, looking at it, as it’s truly amazing. It’s her, indeed.

I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood. The door creaked, and Phantom strolled in with his trademark calm, though tonight he wasn’t wearing his pristine white suit. Instead, black clung to his frame, sharp as a blade. His smile was venomous. “Well, well,” Phantom drawled, circling Damon like a predator. “How the mighty have fallen. You’re not looking so sharp, Damon.” Damon lifted his head, spitting blood onto the floor. “Go to hell.” Phantom chuckled. “Oh, we’re already there.” His voice dropped, sharp with menace. “Where’s the flash drive?”

He looked utterly drained. "Mr. Gulley! Are you alright?" Spotting Cassian, Darren nodded, saying glumly, "I didn't manage to catch up to that bastard." Considering the fact that Phantom was a skilled expert, Cassian would've been shocked if Darren had successfully caught up to him. Darren's eyes were red as he snarled through clenched teeth, "That damned bastard! He killed so many of our villagers just to test his necromancy. He's a heartless monster! I'm going to kill him to avenge Roy and the others."

she said in a strained tone as she finally got to the dry land. The lady screamed again, louder than the first time making Delaney's ears ring. “GHOST!!! IT'S A VENGEFUL GHOST!!!” she screamed with tears running down her face as people came rushing out. When they saw Delaney, they fell down on their knees their eyes filled with fear and horror. Delaney's face blanched as she grew anxious. “I'm really not dead. I'm not a ghost.” she took a step toward them only to pause when some women's eyes rolled to the back of their heads as they passed out and fall over.