Youngblood Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

Hannah says, dancing around in her seat in excitement. We finish our lunch quickly and set off for next period. ****************** I find myself thinking about the Lycans all day and becoming increasingly disappointed as each period goes by without one of them floating gracefully through the classroom door. I’m relieved when school finishes for the day and I head straight to the pack gym for my shift. It’s not busy when I get there and take over from the gym manager, Danny Diaz - a handsome, mid-twenties beefcake, covered in tattoos with a kind and sweet nature. Danny is the oldest son of Beta Diaz, though he’ll likely never hold the title – Darius will choose Mateo, most likely.

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

I asked, as I opened my water and took a large drink of it. I looked around this makeshift semicircle of everyone and acknowledged all their heads, nodding in the “affirmative”. I took another long pull of my cold water, a deep breath, and jumped right in. “My name is Kane. I am a 14,000-year-old vampire. I am an original vampire.” “Over there in the recliner is Dante. He is a Lycan, and he is just a toddler at 834 years old. I’ll explain Lycans, after introductions.”

I stood at the entrance of the Silver Claw Pack hospital, the cold wind cutting through me. A black pickup truck slowly pulled up in front of me, the bed filled with freshly picked herbs, the scent of morning dew still clinging to them. The door opened gently, and instead of the driver, it was Danny himself. He stepped out of the truck, walking slowly with a silver cane in hand, his steps steady and strong, the cane tapping rhythmically against the ground. He didn’t ask me to get into the car, but instead, he walked towards me.

“If you could, would you go back to The Hive?” “Yes, only to find one person. There has only been one person in this world who gave me a run for my money. It’s not as important to me anymore, but for a long time all I wanted to do is find the person.” Pausing he rubbed a hand against his jaw. “They call him Phantom.” A laugh left his mouth without any humor, “And people call me Ghost. The irony with the names is not lost on me.” I took a long sip of wine. Not sure how to respond. “It does seem quite clever.”

Pushing past Jason he looks hella confused and honestly I don't care Shadow and I have been talking. He still hasn't told me his name but all I know is that his 28, tall, half Russian hence the nickname tsvetok he gave me. Soon I'll be 18 and I'll get to be with him until then Daniel driving me around will be okay "Dany Dany boy" I walk out the school doors screaming with my arms open "You like causing scenes don't you " he smirks opening the door for me "Says the one pulling up in a red 1980 convertible " I smile walking inside. Looking back at the school people literally left the school building just to watch me and Dany

“We’re all the same age, Fi. You call one of us old, you call all of us old—and I, for one, am not impressed.” “Exactly! We’re still young! Hip people!” Drake chimes in with way too much enthusiasm. I choke on a laugh. “Drake… if you’re calling yourself hip, you’re definitely not young.” Fiona giggles. “See? Even Lilly agrees.” Drake throws his hands up. “Fine, fine! Can we get back to the topic before we all start ordering fiber supplements and watching daytime TV?” Matt rolls his eyes. “Right. So… who’s the one that’s dying?”

Though he could understand her decision was fueled by the anger of losing a mother, she didn't have what it took to defeat a being as powerful as the Phantom. “No one can!” He whispered with his head buried in the ground in his pain and agony. His hands never remained calm, and his wounds were deeply hurting, with blood gushing out profusely. “What do you mean?” She cleaned off the mucus drooling from her nostrils and stood up, pushing her mother's lifeless body away from her. “This is a curse, Mila! Upon every one of us in this pack.”, he stressed as he grinned the words out of his mouth, hissing at the slight pain he felt around his body as he stood up from the ground.

It seemed greedy Danny had done somebody the first time since she meant him “Well, the little butterfly loves her next looking beautiful… so had time to go shopping with the girls and boom,” Danny said in between chuckles while showing her the various masks he bought for her. Shania had to say, Danny took her butterfly identity seriously. Just looking at the beautiful masks. Shani knew he must have spent a lot of money “And about that man?” She asked and walked back to Danny, the issue of Christian was still pending. Shania hated the idea of having Christian around at the club and home

I only nodded in response, unable to breath a word. "Beta Daniel let's go into my office and talk further." He insisted and left me all alone in the room for a few seconds before the friendly doctor came bustling in with a smile on her face and plate of food in her hands. My stomach grumbled loudly at the sight of food. I hadn't realised I was absolutely starving. "Luna, I hope you are satisfied with this selection of sandwiches. You need your energy." I wasn't sure how I felt about being called Luna but I guess it was something that I was going to get used to eventually.