Danny Phantom Goth Novels & Stories

Danny asked nonchalantly. “Lala Preston.”

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.”

she said coldly, then released her and walked away, leaving the princess seething behind her. Daphne's hands shook as she made her way to the wine cellar. It wasn't her fault that she was born poor but everyone just made her feel like... She reached the cellar door and opened it, stepping inside. The air was cool and damp, and she could smell the aged wine. She moved quickly, grabbed a bottle from a rack, and turned to leave. But when she tried to open the door, it wouldn't move. Panic filled her as she struggled with the handle, pushing and pulling with all her strength. But the door stayed closed. Frustrated, she hit it with her fist, and to her surprise, the door swung open with a loud cr

He called Stephen. "Hmmm". He hummed while taking a sip. His eyes flashing red. Callum was just looking at him with awe. His vamp is surely too sexy. Especially in his flashing red eyes. "How does it taste"? He asked, licking his dry lips. "Well. It tastes blood of course". Stephen laughed and Callum smacked his arm. He knew Stephenis a tease.

Girlfriend. God. It still made my heart flutter and clench and panic at the same time. “Frank,” I murmured warningly. “What?” he shrugged. “Am I lying?” Danny’s voice was low, controlled but firm. “You know damn well you’re only using her to get to me.” Frank froze. I felt his muscles tense under his shirt. The hallway looked like it was watching a ticking bomb. Danny continued, “You’ve always wanted to get under my skin, and you’re using her as the perfect tool to do it.”

I only nodded in response, unable to breath a word. "Beta Daniel let's go into my office and talk further." He insisted and left me all alone in the room for a few seconds before the friendly doctor came bustling in with a smile on her face and plate of food in her hands. My stomach grumbled loudly at the sight of food. I hadn't realised I was absolutely starving. "Luna, I hope you are satisfied with this selection of sandwiches. You need your energy." I wasn't sure how I felt about being called Luna but I guess it was something that I was going to get used to eventually.

Gareth says with a gleam in his eyes. I don’t let anything show on my face, no confusion, no surprise, nothing. I wait for him to make his next move. Anticipating it’ll be a punch to the face, he can’t kill me, I realize that. Danny wants me for a reason, a reason unknown for now. I think about Creed all of a sudden, looking towards him frantically. There he is. Still in all of his dragon glory, killing one after another, his scales are smoking, burning off all the blood that lands on him.

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?”

"I just thought... maybe if I looked a bit more like the Billionaire’s Crush,' I would actually get a drink bought for me by a nepo guy tonight. Instead of just being you know....funny Gabe." Erica’s face did this weird twitch pity. I hated it. "Gabe, you are your own person. You don't need to be a photocopy of Danny. What happened to you?" "Danny is the one getting flown to Hawaii," I muttered, grabbing my phone. "Danny is the one who gets a Sinclair chasing after him like a lost puppy. Somehow he just gets the attention without even trying." I opened I*******m. My thumb hovered over the tag button. I tagged Erica. I tagged Noah. I even tagged Connor. Then I scrolled to Danny’s name.