Danny Phantom Red Eyes Novels & Stories

With my chest heaving and eyes blinking, I tried to make sense of what happened and the strange sensation coursing through my body. What the hell just happened? For a moment, neither of us moved. Then—Damon lifted his head, rising from the ground slowly. His blue eyes locked onto mine, but they weren’t just blue anymore. They were now red. My stomach dropped as fear gripped my insides. And then… I saw my own reflection in the mirror behind him. My eyes. They were glowing red, too. Damon’s face went still. A heavy silence filled the room. I took a step back. “I...I—”

Dannie looked into the mirror, staring at her reflection. Despite getting her ass kicked, there wasn’t a broken bone, bruise, or cut to show for it. That wasn’t so much a problem as the eye color change was. Her once brown color had turned to a blue-lavender color. “What the hell,” Dannie breathed leaning in closer and wondered what else had changed since last night.

Folding it neatly, he dropped it on a stomp he found seated by his left. Taking deep breaths with eyes closed, he folded his hands behind him with a calm and composed demeanour. He opened his eyes, feeling the red flecks come alive in his grey eyes. The red was a part of his eyes that existed as part of the grey, appearing at the border of his black pupils, mixed to give an alluring appearance. The obsidian was just a temporary fixture when his animalistic side was fast surfacing. They were proof of his supernatural existence, the red a constant reminder of what he was.

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

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

Before the words could form from my lips, Dane's hands immediately cupped my face. I lifted my gaze to see his eyes darting. Warm. Deadly. His fingers grazed against my skin, slowly. Wiping the tears off like they offended him. His breath cold against mine. And then, his face no longer held an unreadable expression. His eyes…Red. But not as a form of threat, it was something else. Hunger. "Do it again." His breath fell against my skin. Hoarse. Almost reverent. I swallowed. His grip tightened on my face. Gentle.

Its ears had stood up straight, searching for the source of the sound, slowly breathing through its muzzle as its eyes searched round in the darkness and the woods for the one who made such sound It still had a Mark on its claws. The other had shifted back to his human form, and his pain had increased with his shifting process. He was weak beyond imagination. The Phantom was a powerful beast that night, and his strength had failed him when it came to fighting such a monstrosity. It searched until its eyes had caught the sight of something hidden within the trees. It intentionally reduced his breath, breathing slowly while it strained its eyes deeply into viewing what it had suspected to be t

He groaned. Steam had filled the room, so when I was finally able to opened my eyes, Waylon was barely visible but his black eyes were clear as day.

“She got so drunk, Damon had to carry/drag her screaming ass out of the room.” “Really?” I ask, unable to stop the giggles bubbling in my chest to mingle with Charity’s. The awkwardness slowly thawing, as we laugh together. “Yep,” Elle confirms through giggles of her own. “Damon was BIG mad. But we have gotten off track. I am sure that’s not the only question you have.” “Why do you and Damon have eyes like that?” I wonder, continuing with this line of questioning. Like Elle, Damon also has one eye that is black and one that is his normal human color, blue, while Elle’s green.

His amber eyes are flickering between amber and gold as he stares at me with lust. I gaze from him to Sam, and as our eyes lock, I notice that his eyes are no longer the red-speckled obsidian but are now fully garnet red. A pulse wave of fear mixed with curiosity presses against my sternum, as I watch him break eye contact, lean his head back and fangs protrude from his gorgeous mouth.