Danny Phantom Technus Novels & Stories

“This cunt is mine. Say it, Elena. Call me Daddy while you leak all over my hand like a filthy girl.” She was so close, right on the edge again. He slowed once more, torturing her. “Fuck… Daddy,” she finally whispered, cheeks burning. Damon’s eyes flashed with pure hunger. “Louder.” “Daddy!” she cried out, grinding shamelessly on his fingers. “Please, Daddy, let me cum. I need it so bad.” “Good girl,” he praised, voice rough. He slammed his fingers harder, curling them perfectly. “That’s my dirty little assistant. Calling your boss Daddy while he fingers your sloppy cunt in front of the whole city.”

Format initiating, the voiceless, tectonic pressure in his mind whispered. In the physical world, Dante’s body seized in a rigid, terrifying arc. The blinding blue light completely consumed his eyes, spilling over his eyelids to paint his pale face in an eerie, synthetic glow. His jaw locked, his teeth grinding together so violently that one of his molars cracked with a sickening snap. Visible blue cybernetic energy, channeled through the mutated Ouroboros network in his bloodstream, pulsed down his arm and surged into the dead metal of the terminal.

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

Oh goddess, he was delicious. I made my way to the table and sat in the empty chair next to Serena. I could barely look at him, now that I was so close. Glancing at Serena, I saw a little smirk. She knew exactly what I was thinking. His power washed over me and I bit my lip to stifle a gasp. He was looking at me, he desired me. When I finally managed to look at him, I recognized him. Duncan Stanford, Fenrir. Classified as a terrorist by humans, but a hero to supernaturals. On par with me as ‘The Phantom’ in the eyes of the government. My comrade in arms, as it were.

He had white hair, snow pale skin and his lips were a sickish blue. “If you kill him…..” She didn’t complete that and Danny just spared her a glance. If she did kill him there was literally nothing she could do, but she considered herself batman. She couldn’t kill and there was no way she would be tried for murder along with treason. She opened the capsule and cut off all power. Danny placed a hand against his chest immediately and tried to concentrate. “You do know what you’re doing right?!” Ronnie snapped. “Of course I do. Now stop talking!!” she hissed and concentrated on the ice cold energy that was strongest in his chest area.

[The Static Requiem] Ang bawat piraso ng aming mundo ay tuluyang gumuho sa ilalim ng bigat ng isang walang hanggang gabi, isang marahas na kawalan kung saan ang lalaking minahal ko ay isa na lamang dambuhalang rebulto ng galit. The final breath he surrendered in the world above had sealed us into this deep sub-network tomb, severing the last fragile thread that anchored his magnificent, ruined mind to the waking world. Dante was no longer a billionaire king playing with tech; he had become a terrifying, monolithic force of unyielding obsidian energy, holding me captive in an infinity of our own making.

"For an A-tier Malevolent Phantom, your hunting methods are laughably sloppy. Compared to the others I've encountered, you're way behind." Daphne scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Ugh. I'm just trying to feed myself. Why waste time? And let's be real. You humans never really care how lowlifes like them die." Then, she stood up, her expression more serious. "Looks like I'm no match for you. But you'd better not lay a finger on me, because I'm the younger sister of an S-tier Malevolent Phantom. If you kill me, my sister will lose her mind, and she'll take down anyone in her path. You ready to deal with that kind of fallout?"

He finally realized the reason Tanya was unhappy and it was because of the collaboration with Dragon Tech. He walked towards her and smiled. “Miss Snyder, do you wish to collaborate with Dragon Tech? I can help you.” ‘Really?’ Tanya’s eyes lit up with surprise and joy. She asked, “You are...willing to help me?” She thought from his perspective and remembered that there was nothing that he could not achieve as Elysium Gate’s Sect Master. He must have ideas if he said so. Darryl smiled and was about to answer her when Jonas walked up to them.

stronger than every bionic eye ever created and I perfected it for three years and even used some alien tech on it, I tried one eye on myself as I couldn't ask for others to test it because bionic eyes became banned. I became a cyborg, the new version introduced by Daniel Denvers which doesn't cause death when the mod energy becomes completely depleted. I assimilated with the eye and it increased my mod energy exponentially, I tried to test it with a combat machine, it helped me predict combat moves, but I got hit as I sucked at combat. I tried analyzing the power of every person I saw, the eye on my right was like any other normal eye but when I gave it some mod energy it helped me find th

The voice had come from everywhere around me at once, deep and resonant in the small space. "DNA sequence recognized," it continued. "Nuclear reactor is at full charge, Phalanx AI is online." I blinked in surprise. Even though it was an old mech, the Spartan was more advanced than any I'd ever seen. It had to have cost a fortune. All was quiet again. The screen flashed expectantly. My comms crackled. "Who was that, Jackson?" Dan asked, worriedly. "I heard someone talking!" I frowned. "It was the mech, it called itself Phalanx-"