Danny Phantom Graphic Novel 2 Novels & Stories

Sue: good people. “I think I n-n-need some—” Danny started, those fingers reaching up to touch the scar under the collar of his shirt. The rippled, sewn-together flesh that had been a part of his life for the past two months. He fingered it as a child tongues an aching tooth, or like an adult lifting a Band Aid to sniff the stink beneath—curious, but nope, still not better. “—help.” Not better at all.

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.

DON VITO SOME YEARS AGO, “Bring her in.” “I hope you did a neat job. No one saw you?” “Not at all,” Danny answered. Danny is one of my secret agents who does dirty jobs for me. Smuggling, Kidnapping, Murdering. He was good, sharp, and fast. He was the right person to do this job. I know how much Antonio loves and protects his sister. I already had him disoriented after I made one of my men at his place steal the suitcase.

The thick silver gate trapping me was violently kicked from inside, bent and broken by brute force! The dust settled slowly. Through the dim light, the phantom of an 18-year-old werewolf in a white shirt emerged, carrying me out step by step. Stunned, Ronan turned. He came face-to-face with the nightmare that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

I opened wide and gave him a mouthful of his own spunk and Danny broke away laughing and wiping his lips. "Fuck, that was great!" he panted, making no effort to sheath his cock. "Get back up on the counter and spread your legs." My fingars wara on tha buttons right away. Danny stood bafora ma, watching aagarly as I undid my pants and aasad tham off my curvacaous hips, latting tham fall to tha floor. I stappad out of tham now and laanad back against tha countar, spraading my lags for him. Danny oglad my hairlass mound shamalassly. Ha paalad off his taa shirt and unzippad his fly immadiataly, coming back to stand batwaan my lags as ha fraad his aract panis from his briafs and guidad my right h

His soul was on the brink of something, but Danny couldn't understand; he and his soul were both too far gone to communicate with each other. Unzipping his jeans with shaking hands, Danny tried his best not to rip the damn pants off his body and shimmed out of them. The cool wood of the floor relieved him for a moment before the fever took over again. His hand slipped into his briefs, and found his aching cock. God what was happening, Danny moaned. He felt his soulmate leaving the area and he almost screamed for help. His panic was short-lived when he felt a force of nature coming full speed towards the cabin. The scent coming through the window became the air he breathed, thick, overwhelmin

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It was like tremendous energy flowing through my veins. “I thought you…could control it.” Danny muffled, it was surprising that in the middle of danger and in the corner of death, he was still humorous…stupidly humorous. “Well…good thing you can't.” He muffled again, this time with more force, like he was struggling to survive. I charged towards whoever or whatever that had Danny, but they vanished. I paused, and turned around, only to find someone up in the air, pouncing on me.

Danny studies my face carefully before continuing. “Everybody’s been lying to you. Me. Clinton. The school. All of us.” I stare at him. There’s something strange in his expression tonight. Usually, Danny carries himself with this arrogant confidence that makes you want to punch him sometimes. Tonight, he just looks tense. Almost desperate. “We’re not who we told you we are.” I raise an eyebrow. “What does that even mean?” He hesitates. Then finally— “We’re werewolves.” The silence afterward lasts two seconds before laughter bursts out of me.

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.