Danny Phantom Youngblood Novels & Stories

“I’m Danny, who are you?” The memory of his parents’ death flew back to him. “My family,” he choked, “They’re gone.” “They weren’t wolves,” a female whispered. “Look at his blue eyes!” “But he’s one of us,” a male quickly countered. “You saw him.” “Smell him.” The boy named Danny held up his hand. “We’ve heard of this happening.” To Darrell, he asked again, “Who are you? What’s your name?” He felt the cold earth under his palms as he supported himself, sitting up. “Darrell Grey.”

What is the purpose of your existence? Danny was the eldest grandson of the Huxley family. If something went wrong, they certainly couldn’t leave him out. Ava whispered consoling words to Victor, “Mr. Huxley, now is not the time to get angry. Amelia usually takes excellent care of Danny. Because Danny is very intelligent, the servants cannot stop him from going out, nor can they lock him up. Given Danny’s intelligence, I believe nothing will go wrong. Let them continue searching.” As she spoke, she wiped away her tears and appeared extremely anxious about Danny’s situation.

Gareth says with a gleam in his eyes. I don’t let anything show on my face, no confusion, no surprise, nothing. I wait for him to make his next move. Anticipating it’ll be a punch to the face, he can’t kill me, I realize that. Danny wants me for a reason, a reason unknown for now. I think about Creed all of a sudden, looking towards him frantically. There he is. Still in all of his dragon glory, killing one after another, his scales are smoking, burning off all the blood that lands on him.

Danny shook his head, wondering what Richard meant while the latter said, "I need the address of Red Blaze's lair and every other information you can find out about him. Please send it to me as soon as possible." Danny watched as Richard hurried out and shook his head again, "love could really make someone stupid." He took out his phone and typed in a number before dialing it. He placed the phone on his ear and waited for it to ring. When the call was answered, he said, "Black Scorpion, I have news for you." Richard called Damon and asked for them to meet again. When they did, he told Damon about everything he had learned. Damon closed his eyes, "oh no, what is going to happen?"

Daniel call walking into the room,he stop and stare at all three of us. "Yes? The one with the better sense" Damien answered which made Drake snorted and Daniel just chuckled clearly assumed. "I think something my calm you down and maybe cheer you up. We found a spy within the premises, a rogue sent by the councils" Daniel said cheerfully. "Luckily I need that. And Drake get me blood banks. I felt hungry" With that he walk away. My eyes went wide at his last sentence I mean Damien Wat's every hour if not minutes and now he's demanding for blood? I hope it not human blood but I don't think he would do that to me.

His face was a mask of soot-stained stone, his jaw set so tightly that the muscles near his ears twitched with every stride. Behind them, Danny walked in the center of their small perimeter. He was wrapped in a thick, navy wool blanket Scarlett had pulled from the library sofa, his hands buried deep within the folds, his face exceptionally pale. His cipher-brain—the brilliant, hyper-analytical mechanism that had spent the last twenty-four hours decoding a dead architect’s geometric riddle—seemed to have gone entirely offline, leaving behind nothing but a tired sixteen-year-old boy who wanted to know when the dark would stop.

One word from him could shut down my whole system and I didn't like it at all. He bent down and carried me up in princess style. "I'll get a wheelchair for you later." He mumbled as he went out of the room. "I don't want a wheelchair," I said, dismissively. "It wasn't a choice. I didn't lay it down for you to choose." He scoffed. "What the hell happened to you? I knew that scream wasn't that of...you know." Dante rushed towards us. "She's fine. She hurt her ankle in the tub." Alex explained, only for Dante to nod, his eyes wide like saucers like he was hearing something he'd never believed in his entire life.

“We need to get rid of your blood and fuse in a fresh one. It's spreading fast.” I swallowed. Oh God, my heart raced. Even while I knew I was closer to my death than ever I still fear death. “The blood transfusion will be in a week; we will make arrangements.” “Guess what?” She wrapped her arm around my shoulder with a soothing smile on her face, she's bad at changing the atmosphere. “I'll be taking care of you while your Dad and Ozzy are out, we will have so much fun together.” “Nice.” ******* After having a quick shower, I went straight to my room. I'm being greeted by the presence of Emmett sitting on my study chair. He held my phone in his hand, studying it like it was some sort of speci

He looked utterly drained. "Mr. Gulley! Are you alright?" Spotting Cassian, Darren nodded, saying glumly, "I didn't manage to catch up to that bastard." Considering the fact that Phantom was a skilled expert, Cassian would've been shocked if Darren had successfully caught up to him. Darren's eyes were red as he snarled through clenched teeth, "That damned bastard! He killed so many of our villagers just to test his necromancy. He's a heartless monster! I'm going to kill him to avenge Roy and the others."

"How? Do you mean Zach Howe? That useless trust fund brat? Has Ethan completely lost his mind? Has Tara eaten away at his brain? Associating with someone like him? Haha! Well, it won't be long before Ethan's name disappears from society entirely." Zach was not just a spoiled rich kid. He was dangerous and had blood on his hands. Ethan playing in his territory would leave nothing but scraps of bone behind. "Aren't you even a little curious why he's doing this?" "I'm not curious. His business isn't mine. Alright, I've got things to do. Hanging up now."