Danny Phantom Portal Novels & Stories

“You don’t have mana.” “Goredom is my territory. I know every lane, every alley. I’ll not be a burden. I can assure you of that. In case you feel like I am slowing you down, return without me,” I said. “Protecting princess Diana is my duty, alpha. I am coming with you.” “Five minutes, get ready.” ***** Beta Arthur had opened the portal. “I was able to open a portal on the roof of the building near the light blender’s headquarters. Their mana is blocking my attempts to open a portal inside their headquarters, even when I tracing the previous mana routes,” beta said.

The portal grows wider and taller until the bow of an ancient wooden boat juts through. The ferryman, Caron, an old bearded man with a brimless hat, steps out of the portal. He lowers a rickety plank from the boat onto the hardwood. Pan winces when he sees water from the River Styx stain his conference room floor, but doesn’t intervene. Caron turns around and holds his hand out. A woman reaches through the portal and takes his hand so she can walk securely down the plank.

Meanwhile, there at the 4th floor of the AH, slight Sparks showed up in the air while radiating a slight energy as a round blue portal Suddenly opened up and covered the entire space. Seconds passed and both Scott and Whyte jumped out of the portal and landed skillfully on the ground minutes after the portal had vanished into thin air. Scott was clad in his normal wears while Whyte (Phantom Bolt) had a mask on his face as his blue suit reflected Rays of light on the walls of the AH. "Alicia..... Do you Copy?" Scott spoke through the intercom that laid on his ear while Whyte had his eyes roaming about the walls of the building like he could see through them or something

The heavy oak front door had clicked shut, and for the first time in nine years, Scarlett Voss was standing in a room where the key was on the inside of the lock. Danny had already claimed the smallest bedroom at the back of the apartment, his laughter echoing down the hallway as he threw his duffel bag onto a plain, unmade mattress. He was currently standing by his window, looking down at a group of local kids playing basketball in a concrete park three floors below—his brilliant, cipher-trained eyes finally learning to calculate the trajectory of an ordinary rubber ball instead of an encryption matrix.

They were looking at the dome with yellowed, silver-burned eyes, their instincts telling them that the sanctuary was a lie. Outside, the Phantom stopped sobbing. She looked directly into the nearest security camera, her silver-gray eyes void of all humanity. She raised a hand, her fingers pointing toward the western pylon—the exact spot where the dome’s frequency was weakest. "The anchor is cracked," the Phantom whispered, her voice carrying the subsonic growl of the High Council. "Now... open the door for the remainder." A massive, rhythmic thumping hit the dome. Not the rain. Not the drills.

I step forward and climb through, skidding down the pile of rock as I stare at what looks like the opening of a portal. Dante is last, and when he jumps down, a wave of deep blue pulsates from the portal, making us all raise our arms. I hear a loud thud from behind me, making both Rayhan and I turn to see Dante down on one knee, glowing black runes like I’ve never seen before wrap around his neck, down his arms, wrists, and ankles. Marks that are simmering into his body, burning the very flesh of his body. Blood drips down his arms and neck, his teeth gritted as he tries to move.

I opened a portal bound to Archangel Morn's place. "Thank you for this, Reaper," I said genuinely. I felt a sudden relief, though I was clueless about what would happen next. But I believed in a famous terrene quote: one problem at a time. "I have a name. Call me Doom, Port," he said, straight in my eyes. As I entered the portal bound to my room, I realized one thing, how did he know my name?

Charles said. "But I can't go without talking to the vampire king," I said with tears "He'll contact us himself. I'll update you," Lance promised, "Until then," He gestured at his home. I shook my head, "I'll stay here." "It could be dangerous to stay around the portal. when we don't know which Realm it is connected to." Daniel was staring at it. His concentration seemed somewhere else. "He's saying right. Whoever would walk out of the fire. We don't know how to deal. So, let's go home." Drake said.

And within a good fraction of a minute, Damon the prideful stepped inside the glowing portal – the last thing he heard before being swallowed by the portal were the blood curling sobs which resonated in the entire dungeon. ‘Oh fuck it.’ With his mind stuck on the sobs of anguish of the Halfling curled up in the corner of her prison wall, he was not surprised anymore when he stepped out from the portal, and found himself in front of the familiar bars. The only difference was that he was only standing a good arm length away from the halfling’s kneeling position in front of the bars imprisoning her while her hands clutched the cold bars made of special metal ores. It was as if she was drawing s

“No, not at all. I’ll turn her on, too.” That would make it easier so I didn’t have to repeat everything Tara said to Ashley. “So Brandon says they’re in some sort of a tunnel, kind of like a cave. It doesn’t sound pleasant at all.” “Right, Jamie said the same thing. But the good news is the portal is opening every six hours,” Ashley said. “So I’m going to tell him to just jump out next time.” “I think they would’ve done that if they could,” Tara said. “Dax said sometimes it opens in some pretty dangerous positions, like into outer space.”