Danny Phantom Goth Novels & Stories

His face was a mask of soot-stained stone, his jaw set so tightly that the muscles near his ears twitched with every stride. Behind them, Danny walked in the center of their small perimeter. He was wrapped in a thick, navy wool blanket Scarlett had pulled from the library sofa, his hands buried deep within the folds, his face exceptionally pale. His cipher-brain—the brilliant, hyper-analytical mechanism that had spent the last twenty-four hours decoding a dead architect’s geometric riddle—seemed to have gone entirely offline, leaving behind nothing but a tired sixteen-year-old boy who wanted to know when the dark would stop.

I know throughout the upcoming months seeing her grow our babies will finally hit the nail in the coffin, she will definitely own my heart. I drop Layla off at home making sure ten men are guarding the property. Andre just called and said that Dante De Luca is at Black Phantom another night club I own. Dante is the capo of the Italian mafia and is the same age as me, we've known each other since we were kids and have been close friends since. Arriving at Black Phantom I cut the long line and get in. Heading up to my office I can see that Dante's made himself at home. Drinking my expensive liquor with his feet propped up on the table.

One of Danny's first reading loves was in the horror genre, devouring Poe, King, Herbert and others as a child, and he has recently developed a side line in writing horror shorts for the author and compiler, Samie Sands, which he enjoys very much. Danny now lives in France, and his book, A Tale of Aquitaine, is part auto fiction, part fantasy, and about his life there caring for a disabled child. He is now working on a forthcoming novel entitled, Lala's Non-stop Erotic Cabaret, a story of sex, murder, and insanity..

“Yes, there is Mr. D. O., a subordinate servant.” "You mean the one with the eyes of the owl." Damontry said, laughingly dragging her eyes down. Mary chuckled, "Yeah." "Okay then I'll go now, see you later." Mary nodded before returning to work. Damontry went out to find the royal vestibule standing in which were some men dressed in black and gray, and she glimpsed someone she knew. "Danny!". Danny turned to her and she didn't think she would miss him so much. "Oh, Monterey, did you know about your assignments."

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."

You need to get here ASAP and bring Danny he's the only one who could hold Titan down. "oh shit." I muttered "What?" Danny asked. "So don't flip out and remember you can't have pups with me if you kill me." I began "What?" he asked cutting me off mid sentence. "Here." I gulped handing over my phone. He read the text and anger flashed in his eyes. He was about to speak when another text pinged on my phone and he read that. " Sasha open a ghost road now." he growled. "Okay but you need to put on shorts." I gulped

Instead of heading to the Sawyer pack's center, the car was now heading toward the Gronya pack. When the door was pulled open, I immediately saw Danny standing in the night. He was clad in a long black trench coat, his silver-white hair ruffled by the night wind. His eyes were cold and distant, like a winter blizzard in the North. As the Alpha of the Gronya Pack, he was terrifyingly powerful. Seeing me, he smirked. "Welcome." I pushed down the turmoil of emotions rising in my chest and asked in a low voice, "You're not surprised to see me?"

“We prey on anything we like, dear. Who are you, and why are you inquiring about a useless human anyway?” “Life is not useless, and that is what provides substance to you. You should be careful who you prey on. I am Dominic, and I have been around for over 700 years now. I would expect you to know your elders and respect the laws of the Royals Pure-Blood Vampires, do you not?”

She began, raising the one question that had formed since she'd seen the photograph. "He's my leader. What else do you want to know?" "A name would be nice considering that I've been hunting him for nearly three years." "His name is Demitri Van Santen." "It's nice to finally put a name to that blood sucking warthog." "Warthog huh? You sure do hate him a lot." He stated, not at all surprised by her attitude. "You would too if he killed the only person in the world who gave a damn about you."