Danny Phantom Youngblood Novels & Stories

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.

Danny heard a series of explosions from the hotel lobby. His eyelids fluttered. He frowned anxiously. Soon, there was dead silence upstairs. Danny hesitated for a long time before finally making up his mind. He slowly walked upstairs. By the time he reached the thirteenth floor, he was out of breath. However, he stopped breathing altogether when he saw the scene in the corridor. The corpses on the ground were all bleeding profusely, and they included the Shadow Guards' corpses.

Vito’s voice was shaky, but he tried to hide it with a forced grin. Dallion didn’t bother with pleasantries. “I need information. A man with two different colored eyes. Red and black. You know him?” Vito swallowed hard, his eyes darting around nervously. “Yeah, I know him. He’s new around here, but he’s making waves. No one knows his real name, but they call him ‘The Phantom.’ Dangerous guy. Not someone you wanna mess with.” Dallion's lips curved into a predatory smile. “That’s exactly who I’m looking for.”

But under it, something wrong. Blood. Young. Unclaimed. They found him half-collapsed by a rotted log: a boy no older than sixteen, one arm wrapped in wire engraved with burning sigils. “Don’t—” he gasped, seeing her eyes glow. “They’ll find me.” Kaelira shifted back, skin steaming from the cold. “You’re bleeding on pack land. That’s already a problem.” He swallowed hard. “My name’s Taren. They said this forest was safe.”

"Lucas Bloodfang. Sounds strong." "The middle one, he looks restless like you." "Like me? I'm not restless." "You're always restless." He smiled. "Alright. His name?" "Ethan." "Ethan Bloodfang. I like it." I looked at the youngest baby. "The youngest... Noah." "Noah," Gabriel whispered. "Noah Bloodfang." "I want to hold them," I whispered. "Later. When you're stronger." "I am strong." "Not yet. The doctor said..." "I don't care what the doctor said. I want to hold my children."

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

His name is Danny; he's Nina's boy. Even though I'm shocked and scared, I manage to get in their direction and help them into the flat; I place uncle David on my only armchair and check on his wounds. It looks awful, but thankfully it's not fatal. One good thing the clan taught me was to take care of wounds and not panic at the sight of blood. My uncle gives me a tiny smile when I'm taking care of him, and Danny is looking at me with tears in his eyes, scared and tired.

Of course you did. *I can't explain everything here. But you need to know: you are not who you think you are. Neither am I.* *What's in this town — what these people are — it's real, and it's old, and it has something to do with us. With our blood.* *I'm not dead. I don't think. But I'm not free either.* *Find Blackwood. Not to trust him — to read him. He knows what you are. Watch his face when he looks at you and you'll understand.*

she whispered as if reading my mind, she leaned too close that her smell of rot swirled into my nostrils as her breath fanned my cheek. Then she rose to her feet. “No, you don’t deserve to die, you deserve to suffer,” she added just as she took two steps away from me. My eyes widened as I tried to look at her face, my lips parted, but it was indeed too late. Her hands clasped together, her pointed long fingers soaked with blood, suddenly every move glistened with lights as the room swayed. My breath crawled to my chest, squeezing the air from my lungs, and my heart sank like a ship drowning in the stormy sea of Gordon.

His head smashed into the corner of the table and instantly started bleeding. At that, Leah saw red. She hurriedly steadied Jonathan before glaring at me. "Cassie, this is attempted murder! I'll have you arrested, and you can pay with your life!" "He only hurt himself because he wanted to snatch my phone and missed. How can you blame me for it?" I replied with a cold smirk. "Also, you don't have to bother with calling the cops, because I already did so before I came. I think they should be here soon!"