Frightmare Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

He couldnt stop him stealing kisses here and there. They were tired of playing games and now Daniel had pulled Jack in between his legs watching some horror series. Jack was never a horror movie fan. While Daniel loved. And it was about a psycho killer who turned out to be a ghost. They had pulled a comforter on both of them while Jack would peek from the duvet whenever the murderer would appear on screen.

Copyright ©️ 2024 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions Our serious moment is broken. “I will know all the dirt… Can’t wait… Going to be so sweet.” Danny is chanting nonsense as he reads. “What is he talking about? Do you understand him?” I shift to get more comfortable and to be able to see Danny with both eyes. He is a prankster and does not discriminate. The wild look in his eyes tells me he is up to something and I probably won’t enjoy being a part of it.

Phantom let go of Dabria's neck and turned his head. He saw the scariest demon standing behind him. A very known face yet too horrific to look at. "Nobody is allowed to hurt my heiress. Nobody!" Adrian growled at Phantom angrily as he squeezed Phantom's heart so slowly. He kept on squeezing the heart until it squashed in Adrian's hand. Adrian pulled his hand out, pulling Phantom's soul out as well. Phantom's body dropped down on the ground. All eyes turned towards Adrian, staring at him with utter surprise on their faces.

It has been two weeks since I saw the mysterious vampire and I had started to think maybe I had just dreamt it all because as much as I didn’t want to, it all kept replaying in my head. No matter what I was doing or how engrossed in a book I was, his face would appear in my head and the more I thought on it, the more it felt too bizarre to be real. The only thing that confirmed it was how different Danny was whenever he saw me. Of course, he said nothing to anyone about that night. He never saw what knocked him down and seeing as how he man-handled me, I couldn’t see him admitting to anything any time soon. But he had never backed off from me before, for years he always tried to get my atten

"I'm sorry, Sir. You look like a decent gentleman, but he doesn't entertain strays." Then the doors swung open, and the scent hit me - musky, beneath cheap cologne. Werewolf. Danny's bulk filled the archway, sleeves straining over biceps tattooed with old pack sigils. His eyes widened, whiskey-brown flickering wolf-gold for a heartbeat. "Alph... Mr. Farrow?" The hostess paled. Danny didn't look at her. Just gripped my shoulder, calluses digging in. Familiar. A remnant. "Mr. Farrow! They said you were rotting in some cell! How did you get out?!"

My eyes widened, and I span around, gesturing wildly but silently at Skye. He frowned at me, confused, and then I heard a thud. It sounded heavy, meaty, and then: “Alfie?” I launched myself towards Danny, sprinting through the dark, damp foliage as fast as I could. There was something else in the wood, something faster, black on black, a shadow of a shadow, and then there was another, terrible thud. “Danny?” I whispered, trembling. I put my arm out to steady myself – the darkness was too thick, I couldn’t see – and then I screamed.

She closed it as soon as she uttered those words. "It's fine. Don't ever forget to close your door at least" "I won't, it just happened today" she said and forced a smile, although she was really worried within her;the dream had frightened her. Deep down, she wanted to talk to him about it but was scared silly at the prospect. First, the dream was bad, Secondly, what was the point in doing so anyway? But she called him back. Baron got up and studied her face: "You look frightened. Did you have a nightmare? Wanna tell me about it?"

My other hand balled into a fist, as I let my ice cream drop, pulling Danny along towards the exit. “The crazy desire for blood, the presence in the night, the irritated reaction to garlic…” Danny kept on muttering things as we left. I could smell the fear all over him. I turned to him, grabbing his chin and pushing his head up. “What the fuck is your problem?” I asked, as I let go of him almost immediately. “He's a vampire.” He said, his hands shaking like he was about to suffer epilepsy. “Moon Goddess,” I said under my breath, rubbing my face with my palms as I sighed. “There's no way I'd get beaten by a vampire, that thing was way too strong, and his obviously not a vampire.”

He looked around in fear that someone would come out and kill him the next moment. He carefully walked down the stairs. He moved faster and faster. In fact, he even tripped over his left leg and rolled down the stairs in the end. Danny's face was covered in blood from the fall, but he couldn’t be bothered with his injuries. He hurriedly got up, and ran into his car. He then switched on the engine and fled. Soon, his call was answered. "Did Frederick leave the farmhouse?" Danny was practically shouting. He was expressing genuine horror.

The scream is even louder now and it sounds like it's coming from inside my head. Echoing off my bedroom walls, the sound scares me so much that when the covers come off, I just sit and stare at Charlie as he peers at me. This time, he climbs on the bed and his fangs are dripping wet. His smile fills me with so much dredd that I wish I had run out of the room when I first heard him tonight.