Youngblood Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

Lucas looked at the Young Master of the Chevor family, Danny, adding, "It's only so-so." Danny, the Young Master of the Chevor family, looked at Lucas in horror. He wasn't stupid, knowing that he had messed with the wrong person this time. Lucas was a powerful Gene Fighters. ... Danny quickly apologized to Lucas, "Senior, I... I... I... I was wrong." ... Lucas said to Danny slowly, "Leave." Danny didn't dare to stay in the restaurant any longer. He ran out in a hurry as fast as he could. Lucas' face didn't change. Everyone in the restaurant lowered their heads as they didn't dare to look directly at Lucas.

“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 choked out as he dipped his head down and latched onto my neck causing my eyes to close involuntarily. “Why? Does he still affect you even with your memories back?” Danny asked through a chuckle. I opened my eyes and looked at him with half hooded eyes. “How old are you?” I asked in frustration. “Since I no longer age, about double your age.” He stated nonchalantly. I blinked a few times as I tried to get a better look at him. I always thought that he was young and was aging well. I didn’t realize he was an elite.

He snickers as I stare at the document with sparkling eyes. “This is amazing…” “I didn’t look at it! I swear.” “You liar!” I giggle as I go through my new contract. Oh, yes, baby. Now we are talking. Searching through my drawers for a pen to sign the contract, Danny slumps into the couch with a groan. “Hey, how about we go out tonight?” “Uh, like in a club? You are not old enough to go clubbing, honey.” “Let that be my problem. I’ll show you how we get into one of the fanciest clubs in the hood, and you get to deliver that thing in person.”

The thick silver gate trapping me was violently kicked from inside, bent and broken by brute force! The dust settled slowly. Through the dim light, the phantom of an 18-year-old werewolf in a white shirt emerged, carrying me out step by step. Stunned, Ronan turned. He came face-to-face with the nightmare that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

"Danny?" "Danny Finn. He's in prison now, Riverbend Correctional. Got twenty years for a bank robbery that went wrong. But before that, he and his sister Caroline worked for your father. Eliminations. Making problems disappear. Your father sent them into a trap, got Caroline killed, got Danny locked up. But Danny knows things. Names. Locations. He might talk if you approach him right, offer him something he needs."

Not now. Don’t give that Rovin to her. Black’s voice slices through my mind. You’re not strong enough. Not yet. Don’t drag us into another nightmare. I want to argue. I want to roar back. But the puck drops again. Danny grabs it instantly, charging forward. I chase, sharp and precise, but he shoots before I reach him. Goal. Danny throws his arms up, triumphant. “Who’s sleeping now?” Jack laughs, bitter, cruel. “Maybe we should call his voodoo girlfriend. She might wake him up.”

Ignoring the wolf whistles from behind her, Zoe concentrated on keeping the large tray of drinks precariously balancing on her arm upright. Distributing the foamy glasses between the scruffy men around the table, she narrowed her eyes toward Danny, his hand poised to slap her behind. “Don’t even think about it.” “Come on,” he laughed, thick Boston accent brash against the clamor. “It’s the only action I get all night.” “That’s pitiful,” Zoe grimaced, sliding his pint in front of him.

Danny was already shirtless, his messy hair brushing to a side as he looked up at me, and the girl under him was only wearing her undergarments by now, making my face heat up in embarrassment. ​“Geez, what the hell, Adriana!” he snapped, getting up and buckling up his loose belt as I walked up to him, my eyes not ripping away from the ground. ​“I, uh, sorry. I...I didn’t think you’d be doing it right now… anyways, can I borrow your phone? I want to call Draven.” ​“Are you...” He paused, glancing at the confused girl, and grabbed my forearm before turning around. “Are you crazy? He would kill us, alright? He can’t know that...”

He yelled out a spell, while cursing the woman who was right behind him, Jenny. "You traitor! You brought me here to be killed..? You'll forever regret this you bitch! What an ass hole you are, traitor! I'll deal mercilessly with you, I promise you swine!" There was a look of a scared beast on his face. The shadow moved closer, and when the final moment struck, the shadow's mouth opened up in fury. Malison turned again to Jenny as he met her gaze. The shadow became a hungry monster, showing its fist, ready for action. Malison's vampire charged up, and released the first strike, but the shadow dogged and blocked the swing. The impact of the fist was heavy. He gripped his sword and came at Mal