Danny Phantom Halloween Novels & Stories

It was the easiest costume I could gather given the time I had to prepare. White dress, soft feathers, a halo and a golden mask. I stepped in through the massive doors. Loud music blared all around as everyone danced along The main hall was packed and filled with several unknown faces. Dozens—maybe over a hundred—people, all dressed in Halloween costumes and masks. Skeletons. Witches. Vampires. Demons. Darth Vader, hell there was even someone dressed as Voldemort too. As I stared around for any kind of familiar face, a guy dressed as a giant banana walked past me handing me a red plastic cup.

She giggled in response and even wiggled it at him as they entered the room. Danny was sitting on the bed with his dick in his hand, stroking idly when Dane walked in. Almost on instinct he took his hand away, Dane chuckling at the instinct to hide what he was doing. He looked over and saw Hannah kneeling on the ground, a black cloth tied around her face. He paused, suddenly wondering where he'd seen something like that before, but was distracted by Sally reaching out and grabbing his cock. He looked down as she gripped it tightly and began to stroke, then looked up and offered a shrug at her playful scowl. She looked over at Danny and grabbed his as well as he stood and moved to stand next

“Elara!” My search is rudely interrupted when Hannah’s cloying voice comes from the screen again. “Do you want Damon to be your daddy?” she asks Danny, and from what it looks like, she seems to be in the hospital. “Yes!” Danny replies excitedly. “I want him to be my daddy. Can he really be my daddy, Mom?” “Of course he can,” she smiles, cupping his face. “Just do as I say, and soon enough, he’ll be your actual daddy in no time.”

Draven will go nuts if I hold a party here, and plus, Danny would never. “Hey, Shawn, spread the news; we’re having a party. I’ll text you the place and time, don’t freak out. Just make sure you come and spread the word around!” With that, Emily hung up the phone and looked at me, her green eyes flickering in excitement, and I held back a small smile as well. It was hard to ignore the excitement. You know what? Screw it. Vampires aren’t the only ones who know how to party.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

he impatiently asked. He showed zero mercy when he used to torture us. Let him know the taste of his own medicine and suffer. I chuckled at my restless demon and asked him back, “You want to dig in, in which part of him ?” And finally, the deed shall happen on a Red Moon Night . . . . “His soft neck. I want to drain off his throat pipes off blood and air,” Damon replied and after that no power in the world could stop Zompano’s screeching cries.

‘Something was off about this Halloween,’ Heather thought. She waited for a minute before she decided to walk back inside the house, since it was getting frosty. Heather rotated on her heels to only see the back of a stranger in a black gown sitting near the small muddy pond, sketching blood into the invisible air. No one was there when she was coming out, so when did this person appear here? Curiosity punched into her system, and she called, “Who are you? Do you live nearby? And what are you doing here at this hour?”

“I’m already here, babe. An I got my bat. You know the one, right?” The bat. Which he kept in his truck for ‘self-defense.’ He bragged about, always showing it off, especially around her and Timmy. And then an image flashed. Of blood oozing under Timmy’s bedroom floor, of his caved-in head. got my bat “You just sit tight,” Danny hissed, “cause Daddy’s home. The phone clicked. Its dial tone shrilling in her ear. *** Panic thrummed through her as she dialed 911, that image . . .

Damien’s P.O.V. The night was finally here, October 30, Devil’s night. It was also Synestra’s 18th birthday. I desperately wanted to spend the day with her, but it had become somewhat of a tradition for the band to host a concert and party in Detroit on this night. Detroit was the city that made the day what it had become, and fans travelled from all over the world to be there for this one night. It was a night of wickedness and perversion, mischief, and mayhem. It was the night I was born for the night I waited all year for. We called it the Hallowicked Masquerade, everyone came in costumes and masks. We found humans feel much more comfortable engaging in evil doings when others could not s

At my apartment, N*****x and a bottle of wine to drown another useless Halloween evening, About Anna, I told her to enjoy the evening with her new hunt without me. Exhausted, I came to my apartment, but something was not right. Lobby lights were off, and not to mention it was dark enough for me to switch on the torchlight of my phone. Holding all the stuff, I walked in the dark. Great, where the heck did everyone go? Obviously, celebrating Halloween, While I tried to open the doorknob, something touched my shoulder. When I turned, it was a horrible face trying to kill me. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,"