Danny Phantom Nocturn Novels & Stories

Joseph, dear friend. Upon arriving at at our camp on the outskirts of Phantom territory, we were met by a Seer who had escaped enemy custody. She spoke of a prophecy that would come to pass- of a Luna, who would decide the end of the centuries long war. Normally I would not pay attention to simple fortune tellers, but this Seer wore a mark that I have only seen in our oldest of scrolls, the mark that I have you researching. She warned that this Luna would only have one chance to attack, and she would only heed this warning after a Phantom kills one of those closest to her.

His pleasant voice came through. "Danny, trust me too. I am good." I giggled. "Laughing beauty, I can see you looking around, that is so sweet you know." That same British accent from the most craziest sex freak – "In st. Antonio." I shrieked as she stared at me like I was mentally unstable. "She is crazy you know." Akila said as Danny wrapped her arm around the lower of her back. "You know I took after you actually." I rested my back against the ironed concrete.

“Hush now, angel. You’re safe. I’m not mad.” “Sorry.” She whispered. “I apologize. Concubi have nasty tempers.” I chuckled. “Is there anything else?” “Who is the Phantom?” Gunderson asked. “The Phantom is a prolific serial killer who’s been active for the last three years in the state. He kills trackers and hunters primarily, but has been known to take out guards from camps. No one knows who he is. Reports are different each time about his description. We’ve been trying to get him, but it’s nearly impossible. He’s careful and always deadly. No victim has ever been left alive.” Colin explained.

She wasn’t sure that Zane would either, and she didn’t think the time to find out would be in the middle of the attack. The thought that Daunator was potentially out there somewhere, just biding his time, as he had for centuries between when he’d allegedly come back through the Blue Moon Portal and the battle between her parents’ team and him just before she was born, was alarming at best. What was his angle this time? Was he content to sit back and let idiots like President Crimson Crotch take the glory while he stayed in the shadows, or was it possible he was actually pulling the strings? The thoughts circulated around in her head over and over again as she sat on the back porch, staring o

"For an A-tier Malevolent Phantom, your hunting methods are laughably sloppy. Compared to the others I've encountered, you're way behind." Daphne scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Ugh. I'm just trying to feed myself. Why waste time? And let's be real. You humans never really care how lowlifes like them die." Then, she stood up, her expression more serious. "Looks like I'm no match for you. But you'd better not lay a finger on me, because I'm the younger sister of an S-tier Malevolent Phantom. If you kill me, my sister will lose her mind, and she'll take down anyone in her path. You ready to deal with that kind of fallout?"

After all, everyone knows what Christopher Gale has been like since he took the throne of the Moon Fall Pack. "I'll think about it after I chat with Danny. You should get some rest." I'm heading down to see him. I said as I flicked the rest of the cigarette away. "It's pretty early in the morning; maybe Danny's already asleep." "If he wants to stay alive, he better be awake when I show up," I replied, glancing back at Lucy, who was still on the balcony, wrapped in a blanket. I grabbed my shirt from the floor, threw it on without buttoning it up, and went downstairs to find Danny on the mansion's north side with Gamma and The Wolf Warriors.

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.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

Connor called him a vampire, and he certainly wasn't dumb to realize what this entailed. Leaving Alex to his thoughts, a large magic circle light up across the entire floor of the room. The orange light filled everywhere up for about a second. And when it went off. The room was empty and silent, everything that was broken and shattered seemed good as new as if time had rewind. This particular night would usher a new beginning the supernatural world.

Gavin snapped again. It wasn't just my cheeks that were slapped; this time, Gavin also slapped his belt across my body until my thighs and chest turned red. I looked helpless on the mattress. I couldn't defend myself this time because I felt that maybe this was the payback for last night's sin. Usually, I still have the strength to beg for forgiveness, but this time, I look very resigned. Maybe it's my last day alive. Perhaps I'll die at the hands of this demon man, just maybe. I already don't have the strength to get up and scream. No one can help me for now anyway; perhaps I'm going to die today after all!