Danny Phantom Maternal Instinct Novels & Stories

After leaving the doctor's office, she leaned against the wall and squatted down. A sense of powerlessness overwhelmed her. She took out her phone and was about to tell Terrence Edmin the news. But she didn't dial the number after a long time. Finally, she put the phone back in her pocket and left directly. She couldn't hide the news in the end. Danny went wild with joy. He called Snow Cecy. "Snow, Congratulations!" Danny said happily, "now that you are pregnant, once the legitimate grandson of the Edmin family is born, the woman's bastard won't be able to take any advantage!"

"You are acting like a zealot, Sarah. A hypocrite." "I am not!" she shrieked, her voice cracking. "I am sure! He has always been feminine. He is defective, Chadwick! He is not normal!" "You want to talk about defective?" I let the laughter die, replaced by a cold, sharp edged silence. "You think I am stupid? You think I don't what you do?" I looked at Danny. He was trembling, eyes wide, waiting for the floor to drop out. "Danny," I said, my voice steady, stripped of all the performative bullshit I had been playing for years. "Tell your mother what we saw on the terrace. Tell her we saw her fucking her best friend."

We both went still. Victoria Blancham stood at the base of the library steps, umbrella open, not a single hair out of place, looking at us with an expression that gave absolutely nothing away, which was somehow worse than anger would have been. Her eyes moved from Danny's hand still near my face to mine, and then back to her son's. Danny lowered his hand slowly. I took one step back. "Mother." His voice had changed completely. Flat, careful, the version he wore for his family. "What are you doing here?"

The tiny black onesie with the silver embroidery lay on the war room table like a curse. The Phantom Heir, I stared at it until my vision blurred, one hand instinctively cradling the barely-there swell of my stomach. Six weeks pregnant, and already our child was a pawn in a game older than both of us. Damien hadn’t slept. Dark circles shadowed his piercing grey eyes, but the rage simmering beneath his skin made him more dangerous than ever. He paced like a predator, tattooed arms flexing as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

Danny snorted. Matty's pupils contracted. Even if he was stubborn, he knew how strong his grandfather's Shadow Guards were. He couldn’t help but gulp. "Dad, I was too careless." After Matty was locked in the confinement room, Danny took a deep breath and spoke to Woody. "I underestimated him, too. Although he has quite the reputation, I still don't know how strong he really is after all these years. I've finally seen it for myself tonight." Woody shook his head and sighed. "Dad, who exactly is he?" Danny asked out of curiosity.

Unfortunately, as much as my mother pretended to listen to my decision on the matter, I knew she wouldn’t admit defeat so easily. As a hand intertwined into mine, the familiar tingles and fresh scent of vanilla told me exactly who was beside me. “We can continue to discuss this later. We need to go see Danny.” Nate rolled his eyes as he said the faerie’s name, well… chosen name, anyway. My mother nodded as Maddie joined our side. “I’m coming. If my daughter is going on a suicide mission, I want to know everything. Plus, I’d like to meet this Danny.” She giggled as she watched Nate roll his eyes.

She nodded and bid us goodbye. As we walked away, my mind returned to the strange feeling I had when I shook her hand. The familiarity of her grip. The way her eyes had scanned me for a brief second. It reminded me too much of Joanne. They both had that same energy. The energy you sense only from people trained to fight. People connected to the Phantom Syndicate. One of the groups we had been investigating. And now, more than ever, I hoped my suspicion was wrong. But deep inside, I knew it was not. ******* LMCD22

A spark of electricity ran through my finger and down to my very center. “Mine,” my wolf whispered in my mind. What? She can't be yours, Fanir. She's not even out mate. “Prey,” my demon whispered back. “I can smell her blood.” I yanked my hand back as if it had been set on fire. I stood up so fast that the chair I had been sitting in went crashing to the floor behind me. I couldn’t be here. I couldn’t be around her while I was like this. I was unstable, a ticking time bomb waiting to go off at any moment.

“Your father still hates your mother, I'm afraid he might get another wife to bear him a son and you would never get the throne.” Pamela scoffed. “The throne have always been mine.” “Yes, but we have to make sure it is yours, he shouldn't change his mind, after all you are a woman and your mother failed.” “I am willing to do anything to make sure that throne becomes ours.” “That’s my girl,” Dawn whispered, pulling her into a kiss. Their kiss deepened as their tongues locked, exploring each part of their mouth, devouring each other saliva. Dawn slowly moved his hands to her butt, giving it a squeeze, his tongue still locked with hers.

"Yes, Danny. She is my wife and your mummy now." He frowned slightly. "But... what about mummy Brittany?" I glanced briefly at Brittany. Her lips were tight, her eyes filled with a storm I couldn't read. "She’s not my wife," I said calmly. "Lucian!" My father snapped. I ignored him. Danny turned back toward Essence, then hesitated. She knelt to his level, opening her arms with a warm smile. "Come to mummy, baby." He looked at her for a second more, then beamed and ran into her arms. She lifted him effortlessly and kissed his cheek.