Public Enemies Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

, Marnie was practically alight as she took in our surroundings. "Wait so this is the Dark Moons club? I'm not so sure we should be here then", I felt a wave of anxiety rush over me as the severity of the situation dawned on me. My father hadn't made his concerns about a possible war public yet, and I know Beta Luke would've been informed and told to keep these concerns to himself. What would this pack do if they found out who we were? Or worse, what would my father do when he finds out. "Marnie, you are the Betas mate and I am the Alphas daughter. This pack is our enemy, think of what could happen if they find out who we are".

Dash was very scary when serious. He looked at Fawn just in time to see her pull out a glowing sword from the pretty lady's face. Wasn't that the lady's own sword? For a brief moment, as Fawn walked to a wall to sit down and take a long rest, Wilson thought about how he always somehow ended up friends with odd people. Jim, Charlie, Vox, Dash, Fawn, Gene (somewhat), even the instructor. Only Danny still seemed to be a normal person. And as for his enemies...

I grab fur, muscle, bone…anything I can hold onto. “RUN!” I scream for the hundredth time. The wolf twists, eyes never leaving Catherine. And then… “What are you guys doing? Shooting a Hollywood action movie?” The voice cuts through everything, laughing. I whip my head around. Danny. Standing there. Alive. Oblivious. Annoying. He’s staring at me like I’ve finally lost my last brain cell. I open my mouth. Can’t he see this? Can’t he see the wolf? Can’t he see…

Xyrus said, his voice dangerously low as he stared directly into his enemy’s eyes. Danny stood up so fast his chair flew backwards. He lunged across the table in an attempt to grab Xyrus's shirtfront. Xy slowly stood, meeting the man’s stare, ready to wipe the floor with him all over again with plenty of witnesses to prove who the real aggressor was. “I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch. I’m going to make you pay. She’s never getting away from me. She can run, but she can’t hide. Ask her, she’ll tell you I always find her,” Danny said.

“No problem, be on the lookout if anyone tries to disrespect you again. Not in my fucking diner,” “How did you do that?” I ask, looking at him curiously. I know Danny is not that old, yet he’s not that young either. How could he scare off half a dozen young men with toned muscles and silver guns strapped to them? “Bastards like them pretending to be hunters ain’t no threat to me,” Danny shrugs, and I just look at him. “Now get back to work,” He says, patting my shoulder, stepping past me and clearing his throat but I follow him with my gaze.

I could feel the hunger rising within me as the Clan approached the ship. "We are back!" I shouted, my voice low and menacing. The deputy that left to secure the ship emerged from it, his eyes filled with urgency. "What new?" he asked, his voice low. "The survivors are not what we thought they were," I said, my voice low and menacing. "They are members of a rival cartel." The deputy's eyes widened, his voice filled with concern. "You're sure?” "Personal confirmation," I replied, my voice growing louder. "We will feed on their blood before disposing of their corpses."

replied Danny, confidently. "And yeah one more thing, maybe Jamima already slept with his mate because if she did you know better than anyone else about what will happen after that," Mr.Parker said, taunting him. Danny clenched his fists tightly after hearing to him as he spoke again, "Also, your opponent is not someone easy but your biggest enemy, Daniel." Hearing Daniel's name, Danny punched the wall furiously and said, "This time, not even his pack and family can save. Last time his father and brother died but this time his whole pack will face death. You asked for it Daniel, yourself."

"What, you still scared, Hamster?" I wrapped the robe tighter around myself, suddenly feeling a bit shy. "I’m not scared of the water," I insisted. "I just... didn’t bring a suit. And it’s like three in the morning." He swam closer, resting his forearms on the ledge, water streaming down his arms and dripping from his dark hair. The moonlight highlighted the silver streaks across his shoulders, emphasizing the lean muscles I’d gotten way too familiar with. "Who needs a suit? It’s just us. And the security cameras are off at this hour...perks of being Roderick Harrigan’s kid."

Emily was doomed. She was aware of the fact with a quiet acceptance, and surprisingly enough, it left her with no fear. The man who'd grabbed her when she managed to get into the room with Amber was named Brian. He was the one she'd followed here, to her place of doom.

“Dante isn’t the enemy, is he?” Damien’s eyes darkened. “No,” he said. “He’s the mirror.” ⸻ Elsewhere, Dante poured a drink, watching live feeds from the estate. “Well done,” he murmured. “Now the real war begins.” Dante Westwood