Danny Phantom Nocturn Novels & Stories

“I can get it.” “I know.” He’s already grabbing the blanket to tuck me back in. “And I can too.” He kisses my forehead and speeds out of the room, returning a few seconds later with a glass of water. I take a big drink and set it on the nightstand. “Do you have to work tonight?” “I’m done going over the bookkeeping, but I did plan on going in. I allowed Dina to feed last night so her fangs would grow back. I plan to rip them out again after I question her.”

Danny was now balancing on a tight rope, one wrong move and his ending would be inevitable. Danny drew his lower lip between his lip as he thought for a moment, before a look of sheer determination transformed his face. “If that’s what it takes,” he gave Nate a sharp nod, “then I will do it. Before me is my Queen, not Skylar. I want to prove my loyalty to you, Luna.” His eyes bored into mine, allowing me to observe the sincerity in them. Nate abruptly clapped his hands together. “Excellent. Maddie?” Maddie shuffled forward whilst rummaging in her pocket, before pulling out the now familiar clear vial. Danny’s eyes surveyed the pink liquid as he took the vial from Maddie’s grasp, before he ga

Everstream had felt like a secret paradise hidden from the rest of society, but Phantom's actions left all the villagers living in constant fear. Not only that, but so many innocent villagers had died because of him as well. Being the village chief of Everstream, Darren hated Phantom with every fiber of his being. He wanted nothing more than to kill Phantom and avenge the dead villagers. Thus, when he saw Phantom slip into the forest to escape, Darren rushed after him without any regard for his own safety. Cassian knew full well that Darren was no match for Phantom. He felt an even greater sense of urgency when he saw Darren disappearing into the trees. With a few quick blows, he took down t

“There’s someone else—someone more powerful pulling the strings. The Blackmoon Pack… they’re just a tool.” Luca’s fingers twitched, his control slipping for a brief second. “Who?” Damian hesitated. I took a step closer, lowering my voice. “Damian, if you don’t tell us now, you know what will happen.” He looked at me, something unreadable flashing in his eyes. And then he sighed. “I don’t know his real name,” he admitted. “But they call him the Phantom.” The room seemed to tilt. Luca’s grip on Damian loosened just slightly. “The Phantom?”

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

"What is this all about? You're giving me advice Like a kindergartner." "Listen, Aslan!" Arron Kennedy snapped. "The Phantom is moving now." Allen shocked, while Aslan was confused. "Phantom? Who's the Phantom?" ***

With the exception of Carson’s slightly bent nose from when I accidentally broke it when I was a moody fourteen-year-old, their features were near identical. “Oh shit, dude,” Wyatt said as he slapped Carson in the abdomen. “Remember that show we watched last night, the one with football’s worst injuries?” “Yeah?” “That’s number twenty-three—Rick Bennett. The guy who got tackled and you could see his leg snap.” “Oh, shit!” Carson jumped back and looked Richard up and then down. “What the hell are you doing with her?” In one second I went from beaming with pride to ready to shove my older brother into a shallow grave. “I may be small, but I can still slap the shit out of you. Speaking of, wher

“DON’T.” Danny glanced at his fingers almost by accident, still reeling from having been touched in such a way by someone he didn’t know, and saw the bloody gum of torn skin under his nails. He stopped, still as the city that no longer was. In that part of him where the light flickered to reveal smiles before, there now issued a second spark, only the light was blue this time. Cold, and burning. The light was pain. Danny had been scratching at his scars.

The dozen went inside and August closed the hatch behind them, peering through the slats at the village as it burned. He saw a few of the beasts lurking in the night, but they stayed well away from the flames and did not come their way either. August also beheld a human form out there amongst them and his heart raced, but soon fell. He’d thought this man a stray soldier they’d lost, or a villager out running in his heavy over cloak, but neither theory proved accurate. This man stood very tall, but not as big as the hairy giants. He wore a more stylized robe, not a brown woven garment, but a single piece, draped over him—ivory white in color save for the profile of the ebony raven head on its

“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