Danny Phantom Lemon Novels & Stories

I broke my promise and left the spot I was crouching, then slowly began to circle the perimeter of the forest, towards where the murderers stood on the edge of the garden. I just wanted to see their faces once, wanted to memorize their happy smiles so that when those same faces were twisted in the grimace of death, my revenge would be sweeter. I just wanted to know who killed my parents. I stopped at the brink of the forest, ever closer to where the men stood. They seemed to be having a discussion about how to dispose of the dead bodies they'd created, the people they'd murdered. I scanned their faces one by one, my eyes moving rapidly through the group of ten or twelve men, and my eyes came

“One of you managed to hide from Tensel with the aid of the puppet master.” Danny turned to glare at Tensel. “I can’t believe you are allowing him to accuse us like this. Do you believe I’m tainted? Or Amelia? Maybe May. Maybe a three-year-old is running around doing Darkness’s bidding.” “This time” – Damonq circled his prey – “this time, the person came to wreak havoc in the healing grounds. Was someone gone from your group? Even for a few minutes?” Danny couldn’t turn to watch Damonq. He could only look forward toward the house – toward that little break in the wood where someone had crouched and took command of the lightning when it was called down to aid Damonq in getting rid of the para

" Lana lamented quietly. If only she could contact Liam. However, Mandy and Romelius had imposed restrictions on their communication. It left Lana without recent contact with Liam. Her texts to him remained unanswered, and phone calls went ignored. … Liam received an urgent summons from Hector at work, informing him that Danny had come looking for him. Despite the unforeseen turn of events, Liam swiftly made his way home. After all, he recognized the significance of Danny's seniority. Upon his arrival at the Garrison Villa, Liam found that Danny, accompanied by his grandson Alex, had already arrived.

I averted my gaze from him and lifted the champagne to my lips, taking a sip like I’ve seen in movies. “Who’s your girl, Damon? She’s drop-dead gorgeous.” One of the men discussing with Damon said, and I looked up to see Damon glaring at the man. “You should know better than to openly ogle my girl, Leo. Don’t appreciate it as hell.” Leo scoffed and playfully punched Damon’s shoulder. “Relax, man. Don’t be so uptight. Is there more where she came from, though? I’d like to get a doll exactly like her.”

“You scared me for a second.” I kept my expression perfectly serious. “Lemon stepped on the phone accidentally.” Evelyn immediately narrowed her eyes a little. She absolutely heard the sarcasm. Unfortunately, instead of feeling guilty, she only smiled wider. “Then hand the phone to Lemon.” Traitor. I turned the camera toward the sofa. Lemon was sprawled across the cushions in the least dignified sleeping position imaginable, completely upside down with one paw hanging dramatically over the edge like a wealthy executive passed out after successfully destroying several companies in a hostile acquisition.

Instead, it was as simple as it could be, that is- MY DEMONIC FANGS ! They were sharply shaped dead cells around sensitive nerve endings and it was pretty safe to say that Zompano was going to be my meat at this hour of the day and I was going to make sure to relish each and every flesh and bone of his being. Rogue Demons might be disgusting to look at but Demon Meat was Demon Meat- juicy, luscious and stomach warming. “I can’t wait, Danielle,” Damon whined through the mindlink as I watched Zompano hysterically try to break free from our hold for some time. Pfft. Such a miserable loser. “What are you waiting for ?” he impatiently asked.

I continued, “he was a rouge, his name was Danny. He was a few years older than me, but I liked him. I went out on like one date before things got ugly. It turns out he was wanted by another pack; Tyree Moon pack. Danny apparently had killed the Luna of the pack” “When Mason found out he took Danny and put him in the dungeons” I continued, “and when I went to visit him he tried to get me to let him out…and well I did. I was a stupid child who was convinced that I was in love with this bad boy” I laughed venomously at my own stupidity. “That was what Mason meant the other day, yes?” Brody asked me, “when he was ill and he mention he knew it was you who let the rouge out the prison”. I nodded

It was someone else's. "It isn't over." I ran a shaky hand through my hair, exhaling slowly. It was just a dream. That's all it was. And yet, deep down, I wasn't sure I really believed that. A soft rustling pulled me from my thoughts. I turned to find Damon sitting in the chair by the window, his gaze fixed on me. He was shirtless, his dark hair slightly disheveled, and the way the moonlight highlighted the sharp angles of his face made him look almost otherworldly.

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.”

As Damon extended the olive branch, Leah's eyes sparkled with satisfaction as she savored the moment. Glancing at Celeste as if remembering something, Leah quickly said, "Danny and I grew up together. We're used to this banter. Ms. York won't mind, right?" "Of course not," Celeste replied without lifting her head, engrossed in a struggle with the meatballs on her plate. Knowing that Leah's words were laced with provocation, Celeste chose to ignore them.