Danny Phantom Walker Novels & Stories

I don’t even remember who that person was. Or he didn’t want to. No. That wasn’t true. Danny longed for his past, could feel it tickling as an amputee must feel a phantom limb. The truth was he didn’t let himself remember. Going backwards wasn’t healthy; this bubble coursed a one-way vein, a rule he’d set for himself. Connect Four tiles dropped. Lights flickered. Why am I not happy? Danny yanked off his earbuds, startled. His mouth was dry, despite the drink. He thought he’d heard dry, bony branches clattering right behind him. But there were only flies.

This is the one that Brackston expects me to get ready for him. She’s gorgeous, inheriting her looks from both parents. She looks so sweet and bubbly. Here I am, a stranger on their lands, with the job of destroying their entire family. How can I do that and still look at myself in the mirror? I refocus and swallow to moisturize my dry throat. “Hi. I’m D… Danny.” The name feels foreign on my tongue and causes bile to rise in my throat. I don’t want to do this. I just want everything to be over. I want my brother, and I want to be somewhere safe.

I think it was only Raven who could take his brute strength. And, that was saying something considering Danny had gotten stronger in the last couple of years. At his tender age of 24, Danny was already very big, his tanned physique was very muscular. His blonde hair, that used to flop into his eyes, was now brushed back. He wore a white collared shirt and I could see his muscles bulging through it. Danny worked as a personal trainer and the job matched his passions completely.

"Just so you knowI don't give a fuck what Jeff's wife tells this town. I've decided I am the last man on earth for you." I should have expected the instant pain in my balls. I suck in air that isn't there and go to my knees, and then my side, while holding my poor balls, which are lodged someplace up in my throat. While I'm twisting and groaning, Danny decides she isn't done. In a very calm voice she says, "When you can finally walk, please lock up behind you." She leaves. It takes me five minutes before I manage to stand. My cell beeps, and I take it out of my pocket and see a text from Danny.

But I bet the killer and himself knew it was too late for that. A whiff of that scent froze me. It can’t be, can it? “What are you waiting for?” Danny asked irritably, before walking right past me, bumping my shoulder on the way. “Wait,” I try to stop him, but he doesn’t listen. Fuck. How can this be? I move to follow Danny inside, to confirm if I was right. We barely took a step forward when both Danny and I froze at the astounding sight. A lycan, female lycan, was standing before…

“The next time you send me on a blind date, I’ll gut you and wear your intestines like a garland around my neck.” “Woah, chill, Vaughan. It’s just one date.” “That’s enough, Danny. No more,” he growled. “Fine,” Danny grunted on the other end. “Any updates from our ME?” he asked, pulling his car from the driveway, eyes trained on his rearview mirror. “Nope.” “Alright, get lost then and I hope your wife makes you sleep on the couch today.” He ended the call without waiting for further reply from the human. With a sigh, he eased the car into traffic. The roads were less crowded than usual and he welcomed it. He was in no mood to deal with other things than necessary.

'Do liars eventually believe their own lies? "I wasn't gonna spell it out, but let's be real—I was too naive, too stupid. I know why you married me. My rare blood type. You needed a walking blood bank for Emma." His face drained of color. I didn't stop. "If you'd just asked, I would've donated. But you drugged me. Stole from me. "Do you even get how terrifying that was? I spent nights wondering if I'd fall asleep and never wake up—just another body you drained dry.

I cry out, shaking. "Well, London, that would have been you or me. I am going to call Zane now," he finishes and walks away. A few minutes pass by before he hands me the phone. "Zane is on the line, he wants to talk to you," Still a sobbing mess, I cry harder into the phone, "Daddy? I need you here, please. I just killed a man," There is silence, a long one before Zane says anything. "I'm on my way, baby, stay away from the corpse, I will be there before you know it," he says.

His lips moved, trying to say something, but only bloody froth came out. In that instant, a figure exploded from the shadows. It was Danny. The young guard. A former Army Ranger. A month ago, he'd been clawed by an infected on patrol. It took me three straight hours in surgery to save his life. Now, he held a tactical knife, and he brought it down with precision on the ghoul tearing at Ethan. The blade crunched through its spine. The ghoul's head rolled onto the floor. Danny spun and took out two more monsters that were lunging for the survivors.

a voice said when Paoli opened the door. William recognized the speaker. It was the werewolf, Empusa. He exchanged a look with Paoli first, then William. William could have sworn he saw concern in Empusa's eyes. Not a good sign. Empusa led them out of the room to meet up with the rest of their procession. Waiting for them was one other guard William knew; a vampire name Sekhmet; and two he didn't recognize. The trio followed the group of four Coven guards through the halls of the immense castle, walking down one corridor after another. Their footfalls echoed along the cold of the marble beneath them. Emily's breathing came in short bursts and William cold smell the adrenaline emitting from h