Danny Phantom Goth Novels & Stories

A sigh escaped my lips as I typed, deploring my feeble backbone. “Meet you out in five.” So I bundled up for the cold night, tiptoed all the way down the stairs and sneaked out the backdoor. He waited for me in the middle of the garden, keeping his distance from the Manor. Back to his black outfit, he reminded me of something I’d heard in many a ghost-hunting video: a shadow darker than the darkness around. That was Brandon Price under the stars, before the full moon rose above the woods. Not exactly an appealing figure to approach on that freezing dark night. The only pro was that he’d replaced his baseball hat with a beanie, which would allow me to see about an inch more of his shadowy fac

He had white hair, snow pale skin and his lips were a sickish blue. “If you kill him…..” She didn’t complete that and Danny just spared her a glance. If she did kill him there was literally nothing she could do, but she considered herself batman. She couldn’t kill and there was no way she would be tried for murder along with treason. She opened the capsule and cut off all power. Danny placed a hand against his chest immediately and tried to concentrate. “You do know what you’re doing right?!” Ronnie snapped. “Of course I do. Now stop talking!!” she hissed and concentrated on the ice cold energy that was strongest in his chest area.

she says as tears fill her eyes. The first one looks at me with wide eyes and stammering, "You're the Dhamphir? There's another one? How? When?" "Tsk tsk tsk," Anita says shaking her head holding his chin in her hand, forcing him to look at her. "You're never going to get those answers." She grips him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him to his feet before singing her fangs in his neck. I grab the other one who seemed too stunned to move and drain him in seconds. I feel my strength restore and sigh with relief.

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.”

This was of them. ‘’Madam, he had such hopes but it was voted out. Danny wants the Grey Empire which he dreamt of building to be owned solely by the Greys so he could control most of everything and better make decisions and not just be driven by the drive to earn dividends like the shareholder.

“Collection my ass, Matson. “Those fucking figurines you have is a collection, not these damn guns. Or am I going to have to go through the list of shit that Bruce does?” “You are getting really cocky for a man in your situation.” “If a man in your situation did not try and force me to go against my principles, I would still be sitting and sucking your ass.” “I am a bounty hunter, and this steroid bunny here works with me.” “Explains the mood swings; I thought the bunny was having PMS.” Danny starts getting up for what now seems the fifth time, “This bunny is going to slap you.” But then Summer comes back outside, “I am going to slap you. Give Aaron a break now. The only damn thing he has no

Although Danny was a better-looking man than Vince, standing at 5'10", with glistering brown hair on killer bedroom eyes. She especially loves the way his lips would slightly curve to the side even when he wasn't smiling, it's always intrigued and makes her want to kiss him at all times. Danny was charming, he didn't have to try for a room to light up with his shine. He was a natural at making anyone fall for him. He spoke with gentleness in his voice, his steps bold yet graceful with the body of a Greek god on tanned skin as if he bathes in the sun every day. Danny was how one would say, sex on two legs and it isn't hard to see where he got all the charms and sexiness from. But, Vince was r