Danny Phantom Reign Storm Novels & Stories

his assistant reminded him. Danny exhaled harshly, fists clenched. “Draco Riordan, you’re too arrogant! You don’t know me.” “Oh, I know you. Very well,” Draco shot back, matching Danny’s glare. Crash! Danny slammed his glass to the floor, shattering it. The older man turned and stormed out, unable to contain his rage. Draco watched coldly as Danny disappeared from view. He had struggled to keep his own anger in check. The shards of old grudges made him want to explode.

“The day people spend with family, loved ones… literally anyone…except a girl whose life exploded twenty-four hours ago.” Something dark flickers in his eyes. “Danny will be out tomorrow.” My heart skips. “How do you know?” He flashes a razor-thin grin. “Trust me. I always know where Danny Westley shows up.” I loosen my grip on his hand. “You don’t mind… spending Christmas doing this? With me?” He scoffs. “Please. Revenge is festive.” “…Thank you.” He leans closer, voice dropping, breath brushing my ear. “Don’t thank me yet, sweetheart. Tomorrow, you’re mine.”

“We’re not losing them now.” *I won’t,* Phantom rasped. His breath came in white clouds. His vision blurred from exhaustion and cold, his muscles bulged, refusing to give up. Every few minutes, he looked down at Storm, terrified that the tiny body in his coat would stop moving. But his little chest still rose and fell, steady as a heartbeat against his own. The storm above had finally broken, leaving behind a sky the color of pewter. The silence that followed was eerie, broken only by their crunching boots and Phantom’s ragged breathing.

Black as midnight. A phantom.

Xyrus had been such a bright spot in her life, Lana Reign thought he could possibly outshine all the darkness chasing her. But she was wrong. Danny had proven that no matter where she went, no matter how close or far, he would find her and ruin whatever it was that she loved. It wasn’t right to bring this type of negativity into anyone else’s life, and she instantly regretted ever meeting Xyrus. "Sweetheart, you have to explain. Tell me what’s going on?” he pleaded, trying to search her face for understanding. When he caught her staring across the party, Xyrus tried to follow her sight of vision, but he looked back to her with a blank stare as if he had not seen the evil Lana knew existed in

“It doesn’t matter. I’m the one who did it. He doesn’t know about you.” “He doesn’t know about me? The…man…you live with?” Stunned, he was unable to believe her nonchalance. All his muscles tensed with the desire to hit her and hit her hard. His wolf saw blood red and crashed just underneath his skin. Danny gritted his teeth and fisted his hands. She saw the war going on and cocked her chin in an invitation. “Go ahead and hit me.” Down boy, DOWN. His chest heaved and he struggled against his eyes changing. He could feel them want to, but their glowing would give his sacred truth away.

“Draymond? You can’t be Draymond.” “Of course I can’t be Draymond,” the man snickered. “Ghost Damon, The Alpha Slayer and King of the Lycans. Nice to meet you, Jimin.” Ghost extended his hand for a quick handshake but Jimin stared at him, refusing to take his hand. “I’ve watched him kill people for smaller reasons,” Calisté whispered in Jimin’s ears. “If I were you, I would take his hand already.”

And if Adam died, well, Rain was going to take out White and probably go down herself. At least this bitch would be going along for the ride. “You sure did a pretty shitty job of stopping the Rebellion.” Perhaps now wasn’t the time to piss off the crazy lady with the gun pressed to the temple of the man she loved, but Rain couldn’t help it. Pointing out her failure was sure to anger White, but this might be the only chance Rain had to throw that in her face, so she had to take advantage of it while she could.

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