Danny Phantom Pandora Novels & Stories

I was curious about the girl that was my mate, but more then anything I wanted to find the way home. “So, Osiris.” Lucas said, pulling my attention to him. “What exactly are you? As my mate said, you don’t smell human, and you definitely don’t smell like a wolf.” “I’m a vampire-witch hybrid. Surely you’ve heard of my father, Rhazian.” “Ok, now I know he’s hit his head.” Selene snorted. “He thinks he’s something out of the human’s fantasy books.” “Have Rory check him over in the clinic. Once she’s checked him out we can start getting down to the bottom of this.”

“Neither one of you is going to be able to see through what I saw or understand his pain, except me. You might fight him for a while, but you're going to step back. I'm not going to step back until he's done, until this is broken. Even if it means that he's going to scream in pain for a few days before he is able to stand out and she is out of his head.” I placed my hands on Carter’s wrists, the cold metal biting into my palms as I reached for the shackles. “Lysandra, stop,” Damon ordered. “You don’t know what you’re…” “I know exactly what I’m doing,” I interrupted, loud enough to silence them all. “And if anyone else stops me, trust me, you're not going to like it.”

We don't even know who wants to kill her and we are not sure if they have reached the person August. "I know but I'm just jealous. It's Lola Luna, she told me that they fought a Kraken... It was so big and she was able to dodge the attack... I think I like that too." Lucas promised. "That story belongs to Queen Snow and King Yuan," I comment here. Because they told us something that cannot be told to everyone. It is a most vital secret that only royal blood must know. And that is, the creation of Pandora, was just an altered image of the Universe. And it was Queen Snow and King Yuan who told the stories of their missions when they were still in Universe. At first, he was unbelievable, but la

Zariah did not despise a nap, and Pandora did not deny her that right at that hour. Pandora had rid herself of her leather and silver armour, wearing a long-sleeved blouse coupled with a pair of brown pants. With the way she held her hair back, one could easily mistake her for a handsome man. After staring out of the windows for too long, sketching in a hand-sized book, Pandora fell victim to her thoughts. Things were moving smoothly with Roxanne Beaumont since their date, and she could not deny her intelligence, but Pandora was more consumed by her interest in the Queen. The alpha pulled out of her seat when someone entered her room without permission. She was going to rant, as no one but Z

The butler's face turns white, staring at Zayn, who reveals his wolf ears and fangs. “I’m sorry, my servant scared you, but this isn’t about the safety of your master. I have no concern for him, but you should know the true owner of this land is before you shut the door in my face.” I didn't want to be mean, but this issue needs to be solved quickly before the water drowns the town. And I need to get to Dead Man Island soon. I stepped into the house and hovered over the now frightened butler. “I’m Alice Von Rozen, The Mistress of Pandora. I need to talk to Mr. Pendleton.”

Whether it was because he didn’t want to come home tonight, or because Anna’s words were true. Pandora didn’t want to think about that. At least she had sent a steamy photo of herself in skimpy attire. In the photo, Pandora’s long legs were encased in high heels—stilettos perfect for pole dancing. She had indeed taken the shot from the waist down. But for a closer look: Pandora wore a sheer bra and tight panties with straps crisscrossing her flat stomach. Both pieces were a vibrant red. A red that would ignite Kingston’s restlessness and how he would claim his prize.

"If you don't learn to mind your business and stop meddling in my private affairs, I'll make you join Douglas at the dungeon. I think that's best for you." I've never been so irritated as this before, what is happening to Douglas didn't come a quarter in pissing me as this. "It's because of Douglas I chose the prison sector and I'll get him out before your very eyes!" "What makes you…" Pandora rose up in great annoyance like she was gonna pull me down. My enchanting power came over me just as Pandora rose to shift and attack me in her vampire form. She had started shifting but I, fast as much as possible held her forehead with my right hand and the left went to her chest. She sank down. In a

Emily opened her mouth to object to the decisions being made, but Paoli gave her an almost panicked look of warning over his shoulder and she hesitated. A moment later, William's imprisoning arms dropped away and he slowly moved back to her other side, also shooting her a dire look. She closed her mouth on all the things she wanted to say, her mind racing with panic. This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't. She couldn't become… She cast a look at Paoli and considered the irony that she now stood beside a blood-sucking vampire, and he was her ally. She looked to William and remembered him exploding into a bear-sized wolf.

They allowed her to move around the house without guards, but a lot of people were still watching her, as they still couldn't bring themselves to trust her. "If it isn't my favorite hostage ever." "Layla," Ariel hadn't seen her since their last episode and she wasn't pleased to see her now either, "what do you want from me?" "Oh, I just wanted to show you, your beloved mate," she said with a knowing smirk on her face, as she summoned a power orb in her hands, that showed Damien in his study as he was working. "Damien," she whispered in her head, but she knew what Layla was trying to achieve, so she decided to play her at her own game. Layla was surprised at the emotional look in Ariel's eyes

It was clear that he couldn’t fathom someone he’d trusted so much stabbing him in the back so definitively. “Yes,” she said, her voice soft and understanding. Seeing the shock in his eyes, she wasn’t sure whether or not she should tell him what else Gator had revealed, but she also didn’t want to let it linger, either. “He also told me about the princess.” Slate’s dark brows furrowed as he stared at her face. “Princess?” he repeated. “What princess--other than you?” Nya’s heart began to pound in her chest. Had Gator just been messing with her, trying to convince her that Slate didn’t care about her, when he really did? “The princess of Handar.”