Danny Phantom Goth Novels & Stories

Chloe saw the confusion clear and started to walk away. "Wait! Please!" Danny blocked her path again, sweat beading on his forehead. "Could you... could you come to the hospital with me?" Chloe paused, her dark eyes signaling him to keep talking. Danny didn't dare mention his organization—the Moon Shadow Pack. Instead, he came up with a cover story. "It's my boss. He went to the countryside a while back, and since he got back, he's had this mysterious fever. The pack doctors are useless. I want you to take a look."

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."

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.

she said. “Oracle Bloom,” Robins said as he bowed his head but when I looked back again she was gone. “Clearly Gamma Jackson was the last threat against her life,” Damon said as he stood up and looked at me. “Yes, it seems that you acted within the scope of your assignment although I doubt you knew he was a threat when you killed him,” Robins said. “It doesn’t matter now, Finley’s free from his power,” Damon said as I sat there not knowing what to say to that.

“Hush now, angel. You’re safe. I’m not mad.” “Sorry.” She whispered. “I apologize. Concubi have nasty tempers.” I chuckled. “Is there anything else?” “Who is the Phantom?” Gunderson asked. “The Phantom is a prolific serial killer who’s been active for the last three years in the state. He kills trackers and hunters primarily, but has been known to take out guards from camps. No one knows who he is. Reports are different each time about his description. We’ve been trying to get him, but it’s nearly impossible. He’s careful and always deadly. No victim has ever been left alive.” Colin explained.

She had confidence that she would be able to soothe him but the maids still tried to stop her either way. Meanwhile, Williams held on to a knife, it was more of a dagger and he angrily stabbed the bed while he imagined Damien being the one who he stabbed. He continuously stabbed the bed and imagined Damien screaming in pain while he put the dagger in and out of the bed but he didn’t care. It was at that moment that Danielle walked in.

Jonathan stood at the cemetery, his hands buried deep in his pockets. Geoffrey had just placed fresh flowers on the grave. Jonathan stared at the engraved name: “Danny Golden.” He watched a small ant crawl up the cold concrete. A memory flickered in his mind like an old film reel. He traveled back to a time when Danny was still alive. He had been a lively, cheerful man, and Jonathan’s father had loved him for his positive spirit. His father often said Danny was the reason he never gave up on his dreams; it was Danny's words that had helped bring the Walter building to life.

"Did he worship your body? Did he make you scream his name?" "Danny, please—" "It's Dante now. Danny died in that car crash. What's left is the Shadowking." His lips brushed her ear. "But for you, I could be Danny again." "You lied to me!" Her hands fisted in his shirt. "You let me think you were dead! Do you have any idea what that did to me?" "Do you have any idea what it did to me?" His control cracked, and suddenly she was against the wall, his body pinning her there. "To watch the woman I loved marry my attempted murderer? To see you smile for the cameras while my heart was ripped out of my chest?"

He is a merciless Vampire king, who crushes everything that comes in his way. DANNY LAVENDER Name: Danny Surname: Lavender Age: 109 (26 as human age) Species: Werewolf Height: 6'1 Speciality: Able to see past and Strength Relationship status: In relation with Jamima Character: Charming, cute, playboy, possessive, strong, brave, smart, stylish.

He shuddered at the thought of the vampires, he had refused to believe that vampires still existed until he had seen Dracaryx and the others. The door to the room opened and Dracaryx walked in. Dante immediately went on his knees. Dracaryx walked up to him and patted his head. "Good boy." he praised him. "Thank you master" he answered. "Stand up" Dracaryx ordered him.