Danny Phantom Pandora Novels & Stories

Randolph said. They flashed their lights into the pen beside hers where two lions prowled. “Call in some more of the staff.” The flashlight’s beam poked into the darkness of her pen, angled toward Big Red. “What are you doing out here, big fellow? Little lady won’t let you snuggle yet?” “Hey, Randolph, what’s that?” The iron fence rattled as they leaned over it and poured their beams of light into the moat. Diana closed her eyes as the light touched her face. Her long red hair covered her naked body like Lady Godiva on her famous ride. She stopped breathing while her heart nearly leaped out of her chest to know they'd found her, and would take her someplace warm.

I went back to hugging myself, my breast always gets into the of my self hugs. "Why would they call me, I have nothing to do with Lola", someone whispered behind me, their breath is hot on my neck. I move a bit to prevent the mouth heat from touching me and they move aswell, so close their knees were pressing into the back of mine. I turn so fast I give myself a whiplash. "Chill, Ben-Harry". Daniel Jegede. His voice why didn't I recognise it at first. "Daniel, why are you there? You weren't called". Ms. Angeline's nasal voice rang.

B demanded. “Fuck this.” Vanessa muttered before rolling out from her hiding place and fired at the other two men that stood at Mr.B’s back. Mr.B dodged against the front desk from getting hit by her gun, before Draco came out of his hiding place to attack Vanessa. They went first to fist, but as usual, Draco was never a match for Vanessa. Even though it took relentless training to be the second best, there's still a reason why she's first. Why she is Pandora.

"Hey, shorty. Let's see how many punches that tiny body can take before it breaks." I don't look at him. I don't look at any of them. My gaze shifts slowly to the girl who opened the door. She is standing casually by the hinges, a sweet, apologetic, and utterly fake smile playing on her lips. "Hello there," she says, her voice light and musical. "I am Pandora. Grim Reaper...won't you come inside and sit down?" My customer-service smile doesn't fade. In fact, it grows. The corners of my mouth stretch wider, wider, until my eyes curve into delighted, pitch-black crescents.

So much familiarity that, for once, I thought it was real. Oh, how I wish this was my reality. With such care, with such skill. Damon’s tongue thrusts deeper into my mouth, having me wanting and moaning his name for more. The last bit of my worry falls away. The perturbation that was plaguing me faded into blackness. This is my phantom. Despite my protests to the contrary, he was my protector, saving me more than twice from death. The shadow that follows me even into my dreams.

Vanessa's POV Rodri Darnell was a dangerous man for any woman to be around. Everything about him was designed as a weapon to ensnare, mesmerized and lure women into a never-ending pool of displaced sexual emotions, emotional turbulence and constant risk. I felt all of that as I stood in his arms, pressed into his chest and subconsciously clutching his shirt to find my own anchor. And he held me, his presence and essence all around me like barricade where all I could feel, see and breathe was him.

That kind of power burned fast and collapsed just as quickly. But Damon was different. And the Luna, Rachel, was different still. A woman who survived cruelty, rejection and isolation within her own bond and did not fracture. She wasn’t a weakness. She was a variable. And I hated variables. Variables disrupted carefully laid plans. They bent trajectories and introduced outcomes that couldn’t be forced or threatened into submission. But they also revealed truths men like Damon often hid behind duty. “Prepare the clearing,” I said. “No guards within sight. No banners. No posturing.”

I stood behind her so that they would have a full view of her; after all, she was the Luna. “On behalf of the alpha, I want to specially welcome you all to our pack, Axelland,” Lyra said warmly, her voice carrying authority yet kindness. “Most of you know me as I have been with you for the past year. But for those who don’t know me, my name is Lyra. I am Damien’s mate, and this is Denise, his sister. He has been incredibly busy, but he extends his wishes and says he will come and see you when he has the time.”

It glittered when I turned it to the side and I could have sworn that the moon like pendant seemed to glow in my hand. Darana had managed to make fantasy a reality and I could already see heads swooning for this beauty. “You're not supposed to be touching that.” A tired voice resonated from behind me. I turned around to see Darana glaring at me with her arms crossed. Her hair stuck out at different angles and her off shoulder top was falling dangerously low, revealing sexy boobs. I gulped as I laid the necklace carefully back in it's case and closed the door to the freezer. “I was just inspecting,” I replied as calmly as I could.

“Move, Raine!” I dragged Liam toward the back. We crashed through a door, up stairs, out into the open canal street. But they were waiting. Four black-uniformed guards. One raised his gun, then hesitated. Because someone else stepped out of the shadows. Pandora. In full black. Her heels clicking like shots. She knocked one man with a silencer to the head. Then another. "Run!" she shouted. "I'll cover!" "I didn't wait. We ran.