Infinite Realms Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

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.

“The next time you send me on a blind date, I’ll gut you and wear your intestines like a garland around my neck.” “Woah, chill, Vaughan. It’s just one date.” “That’s enough, Danny. No more,” he growled. “Fine,” Danny grunted on the other end. “Any updates from our ME?” he asked, pulling his car from the driveway, eyes trained on his rearview mirror. “Nope.” “Alright, get lost then and I hope your wife makes you sleep on the couch today.” He ended the call without waiting for further reply from the human. With a sigh, he eased the car into traffic. The roads were less crowded than usual and he welcomed it. He was in no mood to deal with other things than necessary.

So much familiarity that, for once, I thought it was real. Oh, how I wish this was my reality. With such care, with such skill. Damon’s tongue thrusts deeper into my mouth, having me wanting and moaning his name for more. The last bit of my worry falls away. The perturbation that was plaguing me faded into blackness. This is my phantom. Despite my protests to the contrary, he was my protector, saving me more than twice from death. The shadow that follows me even into my dreams.

Without work, I have more time to annoy Daemon and the rest of the group. Actually, I should go visit him I know nothing about his new book because I haven’t seen him in a while. I put the list away and snapped my fingers, causing one of my portals to appear in front of me. Just a vortex of swirling crimson that will take me anywhere I want within Auth’s mind. Before I took a step through, I activated my hover boots. Since Damon’s world is new and I haven’t been there yet, my portal will just pop me out anywhere.

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

Evelinka Gold, the one-in-a-million artist, walked through the door of her home in a bright red evening gown. Every step she took sounds like angels' whispers, every sway of hers gives the feeling of a fairy come to life, and her every expression shows the being of the most perfect handwork of the Creator, but do you know the most forbidden part of hers? The man in a suit who follows behind her—Lord Damon, the king of the underworld outside, but her possessive slave in private!

Transforming back to monstrosity, I howled as a go signal and we dashed forward, determine to win this battle. Dana leaped towards me and we both collided in the air before landing back to the surface in a split second. Our pack tried their best to push back our enemies as Gwen and Cayde ran ahead of us along with Enzo. As the light slowly travelled away from us, I looked over my shoulder, seeing Dana with a smirk on her face, one of her arms was partially shifted into a monstrous form. I gritted my teeth when I realized that she managed to scratch me on my shoulder. But that confirmed it, she was no hybrid but she was stronger than any of her underlings. That was expected of the foundation

Instead, his gloved thumb casually, terrifyingly moved to rest directly on the heavy glass plunger. "Death is such a delightfully fluid concept for those who understand true, ancient power, boys," Damon replied, his voice the exact same smoky, authoritative baritone that used to fill the packhouse study. He tilted his head, his dark eyes locking onto Fennigan's shattered expression, offering absolutely zero explanation for the impossible reality of his existence. "But let's not get bogged down in the tedious mechanics of my return. I must admit, I was hoping to be finished draining my newest grandchild before you managed to crack those blast doors." There was no trick they could identify. No

asked Mira. “I’m just thinking about what the Orchid Queen told me last night.” Eldion paused. “She said that my kind are a builder of worlds – that we can raise mountains out of the sea, that we can cause continents to shift and that we can travel between worlds,” Eldion told Mira. He was looking out of the cart and gazing at the river that was carrying them downstream. “She really told you that?” asked Mira. She chuckled as she stared at Eldion.

Everett replied, "no, but we will jump." Everett jumped from the castle tower. She screamed in shock and hugged Everett's body. Everett jumped on every tree and stopped at one of the taller trees. Everett said, "it's alright, you can open your eyes now." She opened her eyes and was fascinated by the beauty of the realm of black mist. There is a colourful light that looks like a galaxy. She thought frightening darkness only surrounded the realm of Black Mist. But that darkness also looks beautiful. "Should we continue our journey? Don't close your eyes," Everett said.