Danny Phantom Goth Novels & Stories

David voice was now laced with venom and I sent him a glare before masking on a blank expression. "Oh come on, she willingly." Joey whined "Alex is never going to-" "It's not like we're going to feed off her! " Danny said with a smirk. "Shut the fuck up, Danny, she's not a toy to mess around with!" he spat . " What the hell? She's not a queen but a mere human blood bag" Danny infuriated him further whereas i watch it without any emotion. "You better take it back before I fucking beat the shit out of you!"

“It’s an Ohio code.” Danny looks at me, furrowing his brows. “An Ohio code? What does it mean?” “I love you,” I grin up at him, before admiring the small army of gnomes. “That’s what it means.” He scrunches up his face, scoffing. "You guys are so strange." Tapping his shoulder, I shake him slightly. “Want to go to the beach?” “Yes!” Danny says, sprinting out and through the gnomes to reach the beach.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are in for an extraordinary treat today. The Vampire King himself has graced us with his presence!" Before the words fully sank in, Dane moved with a speed that blurred the lines of reality. Instantly, he was behind me, swiftly exchanging the collars around my neck. Just as quickly, he returned to his place at the back of the room, his collar now securely fastened around his neck.

he snarled in jealousy, his eyes swirling with different colours as he kept his wolf at bay. “Anyway” I continued, “he was a rouge, his name was Danny. He was a few years older than me, but I liked him. I went out on like one date before things got ugly. It turns out he was wanted by another pack; Tyree Moon pack. Danny apparently had killed the Luna of the pack”.

"Because if I'm going into a room full of monsters who view me as a steak dinner, I'd rather not go in looking like an offering." Paoli chuckled. “Does the meaning really matter?” “It does to me,” she said stubbornly. “All right, then," Paoli surrendered with a sigh. "Mortals wear white to signify they're pure. Vampires wear red to signify the blood, and werewolves wear black to signify the night.” She looked at William with the slightest teasing sparkle in her eyes. “Do you wear stripes, then?” she smirked. William chuckled slightly. “I wear gray.”

Play: Scars to your beautiful: Alessia Cara It's all your fault, I scowled mentally at Danny. Goddammit, convince him. I expected his hurried apology at this point. Danny pulled Athier closer to him, his eyes darting downwards in contemplation. "I said Apologize." Danny's voice was coarse and deep. A shiver went down my spine in response. What a scary tone. Athier's lips remained sealed, his attitude firm. After a few seconds of silence on his end I was ready to throw in the towel.

Eiser. I'll become the one thing you'll never be able to hold onto— the most dangerously slippery target you've ever tried to catch. *** ((Zara Lang)) Danny let out a long, exhausted sigh. "You're completely insane." That was the first thing he said after I slipped back into the black dress. The back seat of his Jeep had become my makeshift dressing room. We were already parked outside the nightclub. "I have to become one hell of a beautiful lunatic if I want to catch that mafia boss, Danny." I flashed him a crooked smile. "Come on. You know exactly what I'm like."

But his silence was sad, crushing whatever hope I had left. " Five..." Damon’s voice was laced with amusement. He was enjoying this, watching me break, watching Alex falter. Then, out of nowhere, a figure crashed into Damon, sending him across the floor. It was Phantom, the final member of the Prime Order. Damon hit the ground hard, clearly caught off guard. Phantom’s entrance was so sudden that even the shadows Damon controlled flickered for a moment, losing their form. “Couldn’t let you have all the fun without me,” Phantom said.

This is the one that Brackston expects me to get ready for him. She’s gorgeous, inheriting her looks from both parents. She looks so sweet and bubbly. Here I am, a stranger on their lands, with the job of destroying their entire family. How can I do that and still look at myself in the mirror? I refocus and swallow to moisturize my dry throat. “Hi. I’m D… Danny.” The name feels foreign on my tongue and causes bile to rise in my throat. I don’t want to do this. I just want everything to be over. I want my brother, and I want to be somewhere safe.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.