Danny Phantom Portal Novels & Stories

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.”

The wild animals from the portal are called Xenobeasts. The frequency of portal appearances increases as the researchers experience failures that result in their laboratories being blown up to nothing. Humans have no choice but to adapt and create special bases protected by levitation wave transmitters. So there is no need to worry that the portal will appear in the middle of a residential area. The negative impact is that the portal bounched by the levitation wave will last for 3 days and its location is not too far from the base where humans live. Duna Delaporte. In order to entertain herself, she joined the TOP mercenary alliance which has now changed its name to Why So Serious (WSS). In

With a hint of panic in his voice, Aiden inquired. As the blood made elaborate patterns on the floor, Damon took a step back and his eyes narrowed. "Something is opening." A portal appeared before their eyes, a whirling whirlpool of light and shadow. It pulsated with a menacing force, calling them on. "This feels wrong," Aiden whispered. Damon looked at him, his face glum. "Whether it feels correct or not is irrelevant. We won't find her if we don't follow through. Aiden paused, doubts rushing through his head. But then he remembered Iris, her tenacity, and his pledge to keep her safe. "All right," he murmured, bracing himself. "Leave now."

“But nothing, Dominic. We both have jobs to do, and I was the one who had the vision anyway. Maybe there’s a way I can stop the witch from possessing Odessa before it’s too late,.” “Damn. It was hard to argue with that kind of logic.” Still, I hated this. I picked my phone up again and dialed Ryker. “How long?” I asked when he picked up. “Allen says the portal will be ready in forty minutes,” Ryker said, “But you’ll need to get to a more open area. He’s not sure where exactly the portal would spawn, just that it would be near you. “Got it,” I replied and hung up.

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i