Danny Phantom Wulf Novels & Stories

“Who we are does not matter, what matters is that the Wolves will die tonight!” Zephyr huffed, produced out his sword, and quickly sprinted towards him. “Ha! Do you not know where you are? I am Ghost! You will not be spared tonight!” he replied. Seeing Zephyr rush over, Ghost steadied himself. “Wolf’s Howl!” Ghost howled, with that the attack started. Even though he looked barbaric and unruly, he was very careful. Seeing how many of his men had been slaughtered, even if he did not know who Zephyr was, he knew he was formidable.

I pulled my shirt over my head and Danny paused his eyes fell on the mark on my right shoulder. "Danny?" I raised my eyebrow a little uncomfortable under his gaze. "Is that a birth mark?" he asked. "Yup but oddly its got a little darker lately. Looks kind of like a Cresent moon right?" I laughed. Danny pulled his shirt off and pointed to his right shoulder where an identical mark sat. " it is a Cresent moon" He gruffly replied "Alex you are a green Wolf Guardian." "A what?" I asked. "A green wolf Guardian a warrior of Na Fianna." Danny repeated.

'Well I’m going to be responsible for her, so your job will be a lot easier if you include her in things. He was a man of little words. All he did was nod and turn to lead us through the door. I crept along obediently, Danica right on our heels. “Do you know him?” Danica whispered to me. I spared a glance back over my shoulder. “He’s part of the Wulver Pack.” “Yeah, but do you know him?” she repeated. “Like, what’s his name?” I bit my lip. “Uh… no. Hey guy, what’s your name?”

"You killed the only anchor we had!" "I didn't kill him," Silas smiled, pointing at the Rift that had opened where Dante’s heart used to be. "I Unlocked him. The Wolf was never a protector, Zora. He was a Doorway." From the Rift, a hand reached out. It wasn't the silver, translucent hand of the ghost I had feared. It was a hand made of Solid Shadow, etched with white-star tattoos.

My wolf roiled with malignancy. With her head lower, the scheming culprit offered a feeble apology and scampered away. My aggressively narrowed eyes tailed her. What was her deal? Another Alpha joined our group. “Alpha King Vance, I wanted to thank you for assisting with the vampire rogues matter. For the past three months, my borders have been cleared.” He was Alpha Gavin of the Sanguis Phantoms Pack, of average height, sporting a Mohawk and a red paw tattooed under his left eye.

I was familiar with it as that was where we got our wolfsbane darts supply, which would explain how the rogue was able to obtain them. We stormed in to be greeted by the brothel’s madam, an older lady who was desperately hanging on to her youth through Botox and hair extensions. I’d met her once before. Normally my father picked up the supply, but I’d gone with him a couple of times to become familiar with the operation. “Mr. Adalwolf.” She nodded at me. “Here without your father?” “My father is dead,” I replied. “Which is why I’m here. One of your employees is likely responsible for his murder.”

I frowned, glancing at Basil to see if he would say something, but he just sighed and lay back on his bed. “Listen here, dummy!” Sammy went on. “There are only five phantom wolves. Azriel, Zeke, Asher, Rhys and Dominic. Out of the five, Dominic has already picked one. Which is not surprising since he doesn't care for skills and is just interested in pretty boys he can toy with…” The last part made my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. So I was supposed to be the pretty boy toy?

The wolf roared angrily at Linda, thrust its claws into her chest and growled menacingly, baring its sharp teeth. “Enough, stop!” snapped Aryadi, in an instant he turned into a black wolf and pounced back at the red wolf. Linda got up again with black blood seeping between the fronts of her clothes. As she was about to attack for the umpteenth time, the remaining witches finally stopped the vampire woman's actions with magic like a few minutes ago, as well as wolf-shifter Aryadi. Rokan Allegro took a deep breath, pushing out the wood and marble shards on his back with his strength until they fell. “Take them both to the prison ward,” he muttered, enduring the pain in his body.

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