Danny Phantom Goth Novels & Stories

“When your dad was listing the things he didn’t want… what did he mean by… ‘no fucking cowbell’?” For the first time since the attack, Jo found herself laughing. She’d let that slip by her, but Zane was right. He had said that. “Well, when Elliott died, apparently, Hannah decided his funeral should be a little different than the norm. Apparently, the funeral started with the song, ‘Don’t Fear the Reaper,’ by Blue Oyster Cult.” She remembered how her mom would always laugh when she told that story. Thinking of Hannah, a Guardian and the second in command of all of the Guardians made her wonder where the hell the woman was. She’d thought all along that Hannah was with Jamie--but she hadn’t bee

Lord Damien coughed and dropped the glass of blood to the ground as his face turned blue. "Ah yes. I remember now. Her name I mean. Alexia Rage. She must have been a really good fuck to have you reacting like this" the stupid man coughed out and this time I was the one who pulled Ben off him, dragged him by the collar and slammed him against the wall, hands on his windpipe, suspending him on the wall. All I saw was red and my fangs were protruded, gleaming and demanding his blood.

“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.

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?”

After all, everyone knows what Christopher Gale has been like since he took the throne of the Moon Fall Pack. "I'll think about it after I chat with Danny. You should get some rest." I'm heading down to see him. I said as I flicked the rest of the cigarette away. "It's pretty early in the morning; maybe Danny's already asleep." "If he wants to stay alive, he better be awake when I show up," I replied, glancing back at Lucy, who was still on the balcony, wrapped in a blanket. I grabbed my shirt from the floor, threw it on without buttoning it up, and went downstairs to find Danny on the mansion's north side with Gamma and The Wolf Warriors.

Ignoring the wolf whistles from behind her, Zoe concentrated on keeping the large tray of drinks precariously balancing on her arm upright. Distributing the foamy glasses between the scruffy men around the table, she narrowed her eyes toward Danny, his hand poised to slap her behind. “Don’t even think about it.” “Come on,” he laughed, thick Boston accent brash against the clamor. “It’s the only action I get all night.” “That’s pitiful,” Zoe grimaced, sliding his pint in front of him.

“If you could, would you go back to The Hive?” “Yes, only to find one person. There has only been one person in this world who gave me a run for my money. It’s not as important to me anymore, but for a long time all I wanted to do is find the person.” Pausing he rubbed a hand against his jaw. “They call him Phantom.” A laugh left his mouth without any humor, “And people call me Ghost. The irony with the names is not lost on me.” I took a long sip of wine. Not sure how to respond. “It does seem quite clever.”

"A legal fiction, Zora. If the market thinks you're dead, they stop looking for your offshore accounts. I expected a copywriter's daughter to understand the power of a well-edited narrative." "He's... he's a phantom, Zora," Dante rumbled. His massive three-ton frame shifted, his obsidian claws leaving long, white scars across the flawless Carrara marble. A thick, dark stream of violet-tinted saliva dripped from his lower jaw, sizzling as it hit the cold stone. "His baseline... it doesn't have a heartbeat. It’s just... an interactive projection from the core frame."

“Draymond? You can’t be Draymond.” “Of course I can’t be Draymond,” the man snickered. “Ghost Damon, The Alpha Slayer and King of the Lycans. Nice to meet you, Jimin.” Ghost extended his hand for a quick handshake but Jimin stared at him, refusing to take his hand. “I’ve watched him kill people for smaller reasons,” Calisté whispered in Jimin’s ears. “If I were you, I would take his hand already.”

Tobias went to confirm that Charlie had really died, then he howled to signal that the fight was over. “ Well…that was…anti climatic” Danny mumbled while brush the dirt of his shirt, but I could see him shaking. I gave him a big hug. Danny wiggled, “Oh my goddess! Get off! You said you would come back, but I almost watched you die, idiot!” He shoved me away scowling, suddenly acting like he wasn’t begging me to escape with him a while back. I saw Phoenix tense up from the corner of my eye, I gave him a look. I will not let him attack my brother.