Danny Phantom Images Novels & Stories

"Oh my God!!" "You're Princess Damontry!" Damontry just stared at her place while he pinned her to the wall, after removing his hood, revealing his brown curly hair, beautiful blue eyes, and the details of his sculpted face. "Don't be afraid, I'm the Daniel I told you about, Mr. Spencer. I'm the butler at King William's Palace. You can call me Danny." He said smiling radiantly and turning away from Damontry a little before bowing to her in submission.

Her fingers twitched, ready to move as she had seen. Next Dannie thought of where to find the gates, and again images flashed through her mind. Though many of them were places she had never been and she only saw, Dannie knew exactly where they were. Okay, this was kind of cool, Dannie thought. Out of curiosity, she asked herself - What can I do? Images passed through her head, quickly and too fast to see, but she didn’t need to see them. As soon as they were there she understood.

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.

Phantom crossed his legs and leaned against the couch casually. He narrowed his eyes and appraised Lucille, who was dressed in allblack, only revealing her eyes. "Did you say you're Inkbrush?" Lucille also appraised him. Phantom was Ghosthorn's top dog and called the shots there. There was one thing that surprised her, though—he was younger than she'd expected and quite handsome. He'd deep-set eyes and a tall nose. His had tanned skin and a small scar on his forehead. It didn't detract from his good looks, though. On the contrary, it left one with a deep impression. It was as if it was his trademark.

And I knew just what might look good on him. "I know just what you need." We stopped in from of Danny as he was pretending to be busy by tiding the jewelries inside the display. "Decide what you want kid?" I answered for him because he just stood there frowning like a fish. "He wanted something daring." "Hmm? Oh, really?" Danny was provoking him obviously, but he too couldn't wait to beautify that perfect unblemished pale skin with piercings and tattoos. Like me. "There's a lot of skin to paint and a lot of flesh to be pierced."

******** Meanwhile, At Sterling city military base,Mark had arrived at the parking garage to see Richarlison and some other officers dragging Danny out of the G-Wagon military car. Mark was completely shocked when he saw him.. "Danny?" He called out, freezed in shock. He looked to be just a slight, a paler, new version of the Danny he knew, with thinning brown hair and the Blackthorn eyes, half-hidden behind spectacles. "Danny" he called out again as he got closer. "Mark, Please my family is in danger. I was warned to never show my face to you again! Now they're gonna die! If they find out I showed my face to you!" Danny hastily freed himself from Richarlison's grip and rushed to Mark in a c

The images in the back of his mind matched perfectly with one of the pictures. Eric smiled as Danny swiped the pictures and in one of them, an eleven-year-old boy was holding him from behind. “Who is this?” Eric asked. “He is one of your angry uncles,” Danny smiled. “Uncle Daniel,” He swiped to the next pictures and unfamiliar faces appeared on the screen, which Eric had never seen before.

I only nodded in response, unable to breath a word. "Beta Daniel let's go into my office and talk further." He insisted and left me all alone in the room for a few seconds before the friendly doctor came bustling in with a smile on her face and plate of food in her hands. My stomach grumbled loudly at the sight of food. I hadn't realised I was absolutely starving. "Luna, I hope you are satisfied with this selection of sandwiches. You need your energy." I wasn't sure how I felt about being called Luna but I guess it was something that I was going to get used to eventually.

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

I couldn't stop staring at the center of the field. At Danny. He was enormous. He'd always been big, but standing there now in the afternoon sun, he looked like something that was built in a lab specifically to cause damage. Wall of muscle. Scar along his left cheek. Same smirk he'd been wearing since we were kids. Less than ten feet away from me. My jaw locked.