Danny Phantom Red Eyes Novels & Stories

When they took out the object that was in the bag, I wanted to vomit so much. It was a decapitated man's head. You could say that she was still fresh with blood still flowing, but what caught my attention was her eyes.His pupils were red and the rest was black. Oh no, they killed a giant! "So you probably understood what he is, but do you know who he is, Your Majesty? By intuition that I hoped was false, I knew exactly who this man was. I swallowed and asked who he was.

Red energy waves beat like Physical whip strokes through the room and threw Raven hard against the wall. He left the air. When he snatched his head in the air, he saw the boy in the incubator threw the head in the neck. Its skin was black, titan-like sheds covered, which flashes over its entire body to be extended. The delicate facial features distorted themselves to the fragment of a nightmare. When the boy – or what was left of him – opened his eyes, there was no whiteness, no more iris. Only pure, burning, karmesin red light. The presence of

“DON’T.” Danny glanced at his fingers almost by accident, still reeling from having been touched in such a way by someone he didn’t know, and saw the bloody gum of torn skin under his nails. He stopped, still as the city that no longer was. In that part of him where the light flickered to reveal smiles before, there now issued a second spark, only the light was blue this time. Cold, and burning. The light was pain. Danny had been scratching at his scars.

“You may have been able to do that with other girls but you won’t succeed with me. I will die before I ever submit to you and that’s a promise.” His eyes turned that scary colour of red again and I shuffled back on the floor as he advanced on me. We never broke eye contact, and I eventually found my back pressed against the wall which hurt because of the cuts and bruises on my back. Instead of his eyes returning to their original colour after a couple of seconds, the redness grew, like a fire behind his eyes. I heard Arran talking in the background but I wasn’t focussing on the words that he was saying and neither was Zach by the looks of it.

"Cover me, Alex. Don't let anything else in." Alex’s hands moved to the buttons of Danny’s shirt, his fingers trembling with a rare vulnerability. He made quick work of them, baring Danny’s chest to the golden light and his own burning gaze. When he looked at Danny then, the gold in his eyes was blinding, a reflection of the fire inside.

Her voice shook as she reached out, searching for his hand, for any warmth. “I’m here.” Dante’s words trembled with terror. He clutched his Golden Book so tightly his knuckles blanched. He stared at the sea of other Dantes—some in suits, some in rags, some streaked with blood. “Look at them, June. They’re just… waiting. Not even breathing.” Suddenly, a harsh red light swept over their row. A massive mechanical eye, dangling from a ceiling rail, slid toward her. It stopped, whirring, just inches from June’s face.

Mane nodded his head like a stringed puppet, his dull eyes suggesting that he was not himself. His hand reached out for the Eyes of Destruction, their red glow a dangerous beast that called to him, pulling him into their selfish embrace. As Mane’s hand grew nearer, the red light grew brighter, and the shadow behind the eyes gained a more visible presence. A red robe hugged the shadow gently as it slowly gained its features.

He looks at me with those icy eyes and gives one of his usual sneers. “You want to make fun of an Alpha with fine hearing?” “I tried...hope is the last to die, isn’t it?” “Unfortunately for you it doesn’t work—Now I’ll have to get used to seeing you with those eyes though.” “Why?” I frowned. “They’re still red, Sky.” “What?” I surprised. “Really? Wait I’ll try to make them normal again...” I close them and think about the colour green. When I open them again, Darren shakes his head at me, “They’re still Red—will that be a side effect of the power you used earlier?”

My hands went wild, touching him all over, gripping his shoulders, checking his arms, frantically patting down his frame to check for any damages or hidden injuries. I was terrified that he was bleeding, that Leo had left some hidden wound on him that I missed. Danny didn't move. He didn't pull away from my frantic hands. He just stood there, completely still, his blank eyes slowly lowering from my face down to my side. My hand was still trembling, and the fresh cut on my palm was losing too much blood. Large, heavy red drops were oozing between my fingers, dripping directly onto the carpet below us. Danny stared at the wet crimson stain, and then his eyes slowly lifted back to meet mine. Fo

“And it’s not Jonathan. This power’s older—filthy old. I might be wrong since I'm human.” Damon gasped suddenly, lifting his head from my chest. His pupils were wide, glowing faint silver. “He’s laughing,” he whispered. My stomach turned. “Who, sweetheart?” “The man with the red eyes,” he said in a small, trembling voice. “He’s outside. He’s calling me.” Vera’s hand tightened around her blade. “Not if I get to him first.”