Danny Phantom Youngblood Novels & Stories

My best friend said, flipping the pages of her book. I sigh, dropping my head on the top of the driver's side. We were on our way to the Prominent Dark City, a club for the elites. Anyone in that club probably owns more than ten hotels and restaurants around the world. My friend, Bianca is telling me about her book character, Damien Woes, who is a monster and a Plutonian with a huge coçk and a tongue so long, it would fill you up and give immeasurable pleasure. I glance at my driver, Mr Elvis, who has a Stern expression on his face as he takes glances at Bianca, who seems oblivious of this. I give him a small smile and nudge at Bianca.

Daniel Adam wasn't much of a family person, his family was taken from him when he was so young. The death of his parents and older brother during an attack on their pack had Daniel in such a state of shock his young mind couldn’t process what had happened and even after such a great loss he never cried about it not even once. It was then that head alpha Reynolds a man he had grown to call uncle, his father's best friend decided to take him in and raise him as his own. In his teens, Daniel was quiet and reserved, He wasn't keen on playing or interacting with teens his own age instead he spent all his time training and learning war tactics from his seniors. At the age of 15, he joined the pack

The instinct to protect what was his. Even from his own blood. Especially from his own blood. --- He tracked the scent to the east wing of the old house. The part no one used. Where the roof leaked and the floorboards remembered footsteps from decades ago. Elias was waiting. Of course he was. Men who left warnings in dead men's handwriting liked to watch them land. "She's dangerous." Elias didn't turn from the window. Below, the town moved through its morning, unaware. "The bloodline."

My back arches painfully when everything goes silent. “LET HER GO!” I try to see who has me. But I can’t move my head. “Fuck you Savage! The debt is to be paid. She killed my woman and child!” Danny. I look at Alessa and she takes in the situation. Danny is frantic as he drags me around. How is he standing up? I shot him in the leg.

“No problem, be on the lookout if anyone tries to disrespect you again. Not in my fucking diner,” “How did you do that?” I ask, looking at him curiously. I know Danny is not that old, yet he’s not that young either. How could he scare off half a dozen young men with toned muscles and silver guns strapped to them? “Bastards like them pretending to be hunters ain’t no threat to me,” Danny shrugs, and I just look at him. “Now get back to work,” He says, patting my shoulder, stepping past me and clearing his throat but I follow him with my gaze.

Diana turned with a sharp look, "You shouldn't be playing with humans!!" Dominic just let go of his hand. Making the blood from Diana's hands immediately flow, making the clean white blanket get tainted. However, Diana didn't care, she looked at Dominic with anger.

He broke down and DJ hurried over to comfort his son, he was in so much pain that Draya shared from It. "Ruin his life, how?" The curious girl inquired once again. "Danny killed himself in their previous life and Louis wouldn't have that which was why once Danny was pronounced dead, he drove his car into a tree and died instantly from a blunt head trauma," Lucy whispered into her daughter's ears which had the girl crying as the thought played in her mind.

he cries. I lunge the knife into the left side of his stomach. He screams in pain. I did it again on his upper right. “Help! Mum! Dad!” Lockie screams. “Goodnight, sleep tight.” I whisper. I quickly slash his throat and leave. I head back to Dead Man’s Woods. I’ve completed my revenge for now. Until someone else crosses paths with me I’ll stay hidden. Saunders house: The front door flings open and the security lights light up. A young boy runs out covered in blood and keeps collapsing. He holds his hand to his throat and the other on his stomach.

If they want to get any closer to us, they'll have to come out in the open. As all three of us fight for our lives, matching their gunfire with our own, Danny suddenly sinks to his knees. His breath comes out in ragged gasps and his hand is covered in his own blood. He doesn't look good. Panic gripped me as I stared down at him. "Danny?" I whisper. He manages a grim smile. "Don't worry about me. Keep shooting. You're doing great." Camila crouches down beside him, her face as white as a ghost. "Shit, Danny. You're bleeding out. What the hell do you mean 'don't worry about you'?"

He looked at Alex, but he didn't see the man he loved; he saw a a liar, a phantom that wouldn't let him die in peace. "Don't... touch... me," Danny gasped, his hands flying up to cover his ears. "You’re not real. You’re a hallucination. My brain is broken. It’s all broken." Alex didn't rush him. He sank to his knees on the floor a few feet from the bed, making himself smaller, lower than the boy on the mattress. He stayed silent, letting the waves of Danny’s panic wash over him through the bond. He felt the cold, the hopelessness, and the terrifying desire for the world to simply stop.