Danny Phantom Shows Novels & Stories

"I saw everyone inside. They were... dead." "How do you know they were dead, sir? Perhaps it was a hoax?" Danny's temper flared, an irrational spike of fury. "No. Impossible." "How so?" "Because their chests were ripped open." "What did you say?" The professional tone finally cracked, replaced by disbelief. "Their chests... all of them... were ripped open." Danny collapsed onto the cold ground, sobbing uncontrollably as the weight of the present collided with the trauma of the past. He lay there in a hysterical loop of past and present merging and replaying unwanted scenes in his mind until he became aware of someone kneeling in front of him.

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

He sighed in annoyance as he spoke. "It's the last time for us to stop, if you want something you should have it either now or never." Everyone looked at each other including Jongin who had just come back and Lexia clutching his arm, Damontry trying to show her disinterest and not look at them. " Nobody ? " Danny confirmed again. “Well then not-.” "I want to relieve myself." Damontry raised her hand, to see Danny narrowing his eyes frantically against her. "From there".

He eagerly spoke, throwing his arms around Aaron who let out a pained noise, pulling away. "I'll show you some love when you stop acting like every hug we have needs our bones embracing too." He huffed yet again and Danny's eyes widened in what seemed to be horror yet before he found dwell down his recent-horror phobia, I interrupted their conversation. "Where's Justin; he drove you all the way here, didn't he?" I asked curiously and, just as quickly as it had come, Danny's attention span shifted to me and he gestured towards the door. Well, gestured with the free hand that wasn't holding his infamous blue movie blanket; he couldn't watch a movie without it and I recalled a time wherein Rave

I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood. The door creaked, and Phantom strolled in with his trademark calm, though tonight he wasn’t wearing his pristine white suit. Instead, black clung to his frame, sharp as a blade. His smile was venomous. “Well, well,” Phantom drawled, circling Damon like a predator. “How the mighty have fallen. You’re not looking so sharp, Damon.” Damon lifted his head, spitting blood onto the floor. “Go to hell.” Phantom chuckled. “Oh, we’re already there.” His voice dropped, sharp with menace. “Where’s the flash drive?”

Failure was not an option. Danny showed up to training with a scowl, his face contorted in anger. His muscles were tight, his hands in fists. He walked into the room with purpose - to confront Mahisar. “What was that last night?” he demanded, his voice almost loud enough to be yelling. “That thing came out of my ceiling and threw me across the room.”

"He came anyway." He reached for a glass of water and paused before he picked it up. I watched him, he was eating slower than usual. Spencer put his fork down, picked it up again and ate something. I looked at him across the table while he looked at his plate. Valeria looked at Spencer, then at me. Then back at her food, her expression unreadable, but I knew she'd noticed. "Danny ran the channel twice," she said. "That's the real news."

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

“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.

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