Danny Phantom Pictures Novels & Stories

Transforming back to monstrosity, I howled as a go signal and we dashed forward, determine to win this battle. Dana leaped towards me and we both collided in the air before landing back to the surface in a split second. Our pack tried their best to push back our enemies as Gwen and Cayde ran ahead of us along with Enzo. As the light slowly travelled away from us, I looked over my shoulder, seeing Dana with a smirk on her face, one of her arms was partially shifted into a monstrous form. I gritted my teeth when I realized that she managed to scratch me on my shoulder. But that confirmed it, she was no hybrid but she was stronger than any of her underlings. That was expected of the foundation

I knew that it wasn’t me, but I would be lying if I said that I didn’t enjoy it. “Alright, but you do realize that Nicolas is going to expect me to talk about our trip to Spain. He would be asking for names, where we went, and more bullshit that I wouldn’t have answers to. No offense to the pack house, I am more than happy being here, but I don’t think that this is Spain” I said, looking at my mate who laughed “and not to mention the fact that the two of us not having any pictures would just look odd” “Don’t worry, neonata” Dante said, stopping me “we’ll be able to arrange all that, and pictures are the last thing we’re going to have to worry about. Last I checked, I believe that Rosalyn use

You need to get here ASAP and bring Danny he's the only one who could hold Titan down. "oh shit." I muttered "What?" Danny asked. "So don't flip out and remember you can't have pups with me if you kill me." I began "What?" he asked cutting me off mid sentence. "Here." I gulped handing over my phone. He read the text and anger flashed in his eyes. He was about to speak when another text pinged on my phone and he read that. " Sasha open a ghost road now." he growled. "Okay but you need to put on shorts." I gulped

He looked at Alex, but he didn't see the man he loved; he saw a a liar, a phantom that wouldn't let him die in peace. "Don't... touch... me," Danny gasped, his hands flying up to cover his ears. "You’re not real. You’re a hallucination. My brain is broken. It’s all broken." Alex didn't rush him. He sank to his knees on the floor a few feet from the bed, making himself smaller, lower than the boy on the mattress. He stayed silent, letting the waves of Danny’s panic wash over him through the bond. He felt the cold, the hopelessness, and the terrifying desire for the world to simply stop.

He smirks as he disappears. “Oh, you will know how much of a real man he is soon enough.” Danny says as he walks away and grabs a woman who screams. I struggle against my restraints as Dane appears. He is huge, buzzed hair cut, with grey eyes. He is packed with muscles he is bulky. Every step he takes is with purpose. He is dangerous. But he is stupid. All that muscle and nothing in his head. “Angel Moretti. It is so nice to finally meet you. We are going to have so much fun together.” I snort on a laugh.

"It's nothing." "This," Danny says, holding the picture up, "Isn't nothing. This could be everything, depending on how you look at it." "Really, it's—" "One question," one of their men, Frank interrupts. They all fall silent to hear what he has to say. He steps forward sheepishly, scratching his head. He points at the picture in Danny's hand. "I heard all you were saying, but I'm still confused about one thing. What is she to Crooks again? I didn't know he was related to anyone."

"What are you looking at, Reina?" Damon’s voice sliced through the silence. I spun around, the frame trembling in my hands. He had stripped off his shirt, his broad, scarred chest exposed in the dim light of the suite. He looked powerful, untamed, and suddenly very, very dangerous. But I didn’t have time to think about all that. "Do you know Zayne?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper as I held the photo out like a shield. "The boy in this picture... Is it Zayne?"

It seems the kid had learned some caution, at least. “Boss?” Danny’s voice was young, and uncertain. “You wanted to see me?” I turned slowly, letting him sweat for a moment. He was twenty, maybe twenty-one. Scrawny. And very nervous. This was the kid who’d let Rylan escape a week ago. “Come here,” I said. Danny approached like he was walking to the gallows. His hands were shaking. I let the silence stretch, watching him squirm. Then I smiled. “Good work.”

I gibed, pivoting on my heels so quickly, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, but I met none. “To your right, Cara.” His voice floated in the air like a grating sound of metal to metal, making me instantly wince, and the fear I was trying to bury came clawing back into the surface. My attention was whipped to my right, seeing an old bulletin board pinned with many stolen pictures. My breath caught in my chest, seeing the image of myself kissing a shadowed face man inside my condo. It was him, my phantom, and this picture was taken at my last birthday party and then up to the very recent happenings of my life.

"My name's Danny. I worked for Sal. For years. We were watching them. The Vincenzos. The De Lucas. All of them." Alex sat on a crate across from him. "Watching them for who?" Danny looked up. His eyes were the color of rust, the pupils too large, like he hadn't slept in days. "For ourselves. For the people who got crushed under them. The ones who disappeared. The ones who ended up in the river." He gestured to the papers. "We kept records. Names. Dates. Places. Everything they thought they buried." Alex picked up one of the photographs. It was old, the edges soft, the colors faded. A man, young, his arm around a woman who was laughing at something off camera. He didn't recognize the faces.