Danny Phantom Youngblood Novels & Stories

Deliberately, his fingers were penetrating Monica's hands. She shouted for Darrien, glancing at Beau in a horrible form. Darrien flew, catching Beau's neck and banged to the wall. Beau's face was shrinking, and ruby-red lines were forming over his face. He was unconsciously trying to bite Darrien's hand but failed as Darrien was extremely powerful than Beau, who was young and weak now. "Blood!!" Darrien shouted. Olivia appeared with a red packet and brought it near Beau's mouth. "Nabi! Nabi!" he pronounced restlessly as he moved his head away from the packet. Darrien looked at Oli, asking her the reason for his behaviour furiously. Olivia conveyed trembling about the whole story of biting, e

Nibbling and grazing the golden neck. "Then.. Don’t. Now that I can’t, but if I could I would love to die in your arms" . Callum said, losing himself in Stephen’s arms. The moon was at its peak. Full Blue moon like Stephen eyes that had turned red. He placed his lips on the pulsing vein before barring his teeth. Callum felt a sting and then all he could feel was a frenzy, a euphoria. He now knew why Stephen felt excited offering him his blood.

The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I was reborn in new and more powerful body. I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death. Ren Lancaster's death. "You really look so much more beautiful when you are all on fire. Maybe I should marry you soon. What do you think, my queen?" I moved my hands in rhythm with the beating of my heart to form the phoenix attack.

WHATEVER HAPPENED TO MICHAEL DELANEY, SOLE SURVIVOR OF THE JAMES BRIDGE MASSACRE? Next to this text was the classic black-and-white photograph he’d seen all over the Internet: an eighteen-year-old Danny—his Danny—in the back of an ambulance, surrounded by police officers, a heat-reflective space blanket draped over his shoulders to cover wounds that would, with time, become scars, a coffee cup in hand, his snowman’s face with eyes of coal. The young man’s t-shirt. Everyone who had seen this photograph remembered that shirt.

He gave me a shocked look" it's simple, my blood contains healing power , I'm Damon ,from the blood pack " " What...... Blood pack ? Did I just hear correctly? "With so much fear, I stood up and began running for my dear life ,no I wasn't prepared to die ,or have my blood sucked dry yet . He just stayed still looking at me as I ran and luckily I felt happy he wasn't coming after me " no wonder he's so fast " I looked back to check if he was still there ,but no ,he wasn't as I turned to continue running I forcefully bumped on him which made me crash-land on the floor immediately " what do you want from me ? "I asked him " I don't have any blood to spare ,so pls , get away from me ? "I screame

And he had shattered all of it in a single night of panic. "You don't know what you're in for, being tied to a creature like me," he murmured into her skin, his massive shoulders trembling under his armor. "I am a graveyard, Brynn. My heart has been a tomb for fifty years. I am a monster of the trenches, covered in mud and ancient blood, and now... you are bound to it. My blood is running through your veins, tying your beautiful, golden lifeforce to a dead man’s ledger. I forced the bond into your system because I was a coward. Because I looked at you bleeding in the heather and I panicked. I let my old ghosts blind me, and I stole your destiny just to keep myself from drowning in the guilt

Strength, control, danger—it emanated from him like smoke from a slow-burning fire. Leonardo DeMarcus. The neighboring Don. A man with whom we’d never had conflict—until the rise of new families forced our hands. This contract was necessary. A shield against war, a reinforcement of power. Venice had been ours for eight years. It would remain ours, but only if I sealed this deal. His smirk cut the air as I met his gaze. “Little Xena, requesting a meeting with me. A bold move. Who’s to say the Cambinos haven’t offered me a better deal already?”

Danny was already shirtless, his messy hair brushing to a side as he looked up at me, and the girl under him was only wearing her undergarments by now, making my face heat up in embarrassment. ​“Geez, what the hell, Adriana!” he snapped, getting up and buckling up his loose belt as I walked up to him, my eyes not ripping away from the ground. ​“I, uh, sorry. I...I didn’t think you’d be doing it right now… anyways, can I borrow your phone? I want to call Draven.” ​“Are you...” He paused, glancing at the confused girl, and grabbed my forearm before turning around. “Are you crazy? He would kill us, alright? He can’t know that...”

"You can't kill if the person isn't there when you drink the blood. It keeps everyone safe." "Where do you get the blood?" she asked curiously. "I don't. My control isn't good enough," he said with a touch of regret. "Paoli does all the hunting. A few years ago, he decided to get in touch with the times and bought an old blood bus. You know, like the ones they use for the blood banks?" Emily laughed out loud. "You're kidding?"

The Mondragon empire, the mafia world's old king, and his enemy. The enormous man, who looked like he was in his early twenties, called his brother a "pathetic orphan" with harshness in his voice as the man forced his automatic weapon down his brother's throat and continuously pressed the trigger. Every bullet fired at his brother's head felt like a bigger bullet being shot as well into his own heart. He witnessed his brother, Gabriel's own blood gushing from each bullet wound. His entire face was becoming lifeless and deformed, resembling that of a worthless animal.