Chapter 1

Full Summary

Nell sometimes wishes she was normal. But that's difficult when you're a half-ghost necromancer, your half-siblings are necromancers, you have no clue who your biological ghost dad is, and after your mother and stepdad died, you're adopted by ghost hunters, so you're pretty much out of luck for trying to be normal.

But when Danny pressed a button and accidentally activated the ghost portal, any shreds of normality went out the window.

And when the ghosts started coming, Nell is sure prepared to kick their butts all the way back to the Ghost Zone, along with Danny.

For this is the start of their new adventures as Danny Phantom… and Storm Banshee.

I know the summary isn't good, but the story is, I swear!

Anyway, I do not own Danny Phantom, that belongs to Butch Hartman, I only own this story and my OCs. Enjoy next chapter!

GhostWriterGirl out!

I'm alive, and because the summary wasn't enough, here's the short and sweet prologue to my whole story! I do not own Danny Phantom, that belongs to Butch Hartman. I only own this story and all OCs. Enjoy! Oh, and just so you know, I will do the series with my OCs, but when the story kicks into gear, the first few chapters will be before Danny's fateful accident.

And onto the story!

GhostWriterGirl out!

Chapter 2

Chapter 1: Prologue

Paradox.

That's what I am.

Paradox. Freak of nature. Two contradictory factors co-existing to create me. Alive and dead. Two sides of the same coin. Half-ghost, half-human.

Well, I'm actually lying about the human part. True, I am human-or at least, half, but you get the point-but I am a special type of human. So, let me explain.

My name's Noel, but my friends and family call me Nell. And not only am I a half-ghost half-human hybrid, but I am also a necromancer.

I'll start from the beginning, right from when I was conceived.

My mom and family are part of a secret group of humans called necromancers. We can see ghosts, travel through shadows and we can also raise an army of the dead. We're the bridge between the Ghost Zone and the living world, kinda like the police. Any ghost wanting to mess with the human world will have to go through the necromancers.

I'm getting side-tracked here. Back to the story.

So, my mom's a necromancer. She was walking home when she a ghost criminal, disguised as a human, fleeing from the ghost police. A perk of being a necromancer is that we can see when ghosts are either invisible, or have put on a human disguise. Back in our ancestors' days, this was used to see ghosts that couldn't be seen by normal humans, but that's not the case now.

My mom saw the ghost and, pitying him, hid her in her apartment. Over the days he hid at her home, they kinda fell in love, hooked up, and had me! A walking Schrödinger's cat!

Of course, my dad had to flee the day after I was born, after staying with my mom for a week. I'll explain later, but now, I'll move on to the first five years of my existence-life as Noel Ravendale.

My mom had broken up with her-you guessed it-necromancer boyfriend, but they soon fell in love with each other again and married. My stepdad didn't mind that I wasn't his daughter-he just loved me, as if I was his daughter. They had my half-brother, Owen, a day after they married. We were born so close together-just a day apart-and we were practically the same age, that we all decided to consider us two twins. There was one difference to us, despite obvious genders and appearance-he was a full necromancer, meaning he was fully human, and fully alive, while I, on the other hand, was half of all three. So how did we get to be born so close to each other?

It's simple-necromancer women have faster pregnancies than normal women. It goes back to how our earliest ancestors were half-ghosts(don't look at me, I don't know how that worked as well!). This resulted in faster pregnancies and almost non-existent times of the month(AKA, periods!)for necromancer women and girls, even today. Most necromancers lost their ghost powers and ghost forms due to watered down blood through the ages, but some powerful necromancers, like the Ancients(our version of the leaders of our world), still have some basic ghost powers and, if rumour is to be believed, a ghost form at least. Till I was born, there had been no half-ghost necromancers in ages, eons maybe.

Until, of course, there was me.

Owen wasn't my only sibling. We had an older sister(or half-sister, in my case)called Holly and a younger one named Josie who was born five years after me and Owen were born. All three of my half-siblings were normal, living necromancers, and here I was, the only half-ghost necromancer kid among them.

Yay.

At around age three, both mine and Owen's necromancer powers started to develop. We had the basics-travel through shadows, can see invisible or disguised ghosts, can raise an army of the dead, either in a skeleton or zombie form(Ah, that was the best in our three-year-old minds; I was a bit of a tomboy)and we could contact and even summon ghosts from the Ghost Zone either willingly or unwillingly-though unwillingly summoning ghosts was dangerous. But, me and Owen, like all necromancers, had a little "gift" of our own. Owen had inherited his father's gift(the ability to talk to ravens and bats and shape-shift into a large swarm of both)and I inherited my mom's telekinesis(though thanks to my ghost heritage, I had it even stronger than her), but we had our own unique gifts. Owen's was that he had the ability to telepathically communicate with any bird or animal, stemming from his father's gift, but I had a gift of all my own-I could either heal or, if they and me both wanted it-kill people. I could even manipulate memories, making people forget things after I've tampered with their minds-though hardly I used this power, unless I needed to. I often joked I was kinda like Scarlet Witch from The Avengers. Me and Owen often joked we were the darker, more supernatural version of the twins from the movie-me with my ghost powers, memory manipulation, healing, telekinesis inherited from our mom and our shared necromancer powers, and Owen, with his own gift and the one inherited from his dad(the talking to bats and ravens and shapeshifting into a large swarm of either of those two). Aside from these necromancer powers, my ghost powers had started surfacing as well.

Intangibility and invisibility were the first to came, and those two were a pain in the butt until I learned to control them. When I did, those were the best in my three-year-old mind, as I could use those two to sneak cookies from the cookie jar without being seen or having to lift the lid for me and Owen. Flight came as well. I enjoyed the nights where it was just me, the stars, the wind and the sky, not having a care in the world as I soared through the night air. I also discovered I could change from my human form to a ghost form; could overshadow(possess)people and animals, choosing to overshadow Holly most of the time and freaking my mom out while my stepdad laughed when my five-year-old half-sister started to talk in my three-year-old voice. I could manipulate my body into any way or shape I wanted when I was in ghost form; could shoot out an electric white ghost ray or make a ball of ecto-energy for light(though I prefer my ghost core speciality), create an repulsion field(though it was rare I used this power), an energy strike, a ghost stinger(though I was certain that was foreshadowing my ghost core speciality), could manipulate my ectoplasmic energy to create whatever construct I wanted, kinda like Green Lantern; I could duplicate myself(though that took a while to get the hang of, and when I did, it was easy to leave a duplicate to do a ritual a younger me didn't want to do while the real me goofed off); I could project a ghost shield, in a rectangular, dome or sphere shape, to cover me or anyone else I wanted; accelerated healing; enhanced senses of hearing and sight, the last one enabling to let me have night vision when I was in ghost mode or my normal eyes changed to my ghost ones; supernatural strength, endurance, speed, agility, reflexes and stamina; and finally, my ghostly core and main speciality: my core was electric, giving me the ability to create and control electricity, and my main ghost speciality was that I could manipulate and create all sorts of weather, but I mostly preferred storms, with lighting and all that. I could also combine my electrical powers with my ghost rays, ghost shields and ectoplasmic energy constructs. My mom told me my ghostly speciality was linked to my dad, but I didn't want to bother my mom and ask who he was, until she was ready to tell me when I was older.

And now, looking back, I really wish I did ask her.

Because, one night, just a few months after my and Owen's fifth birthday, me, Owen and Holly were coming in late after a play date with Owen's friends, who didn't mind me. By now, Josie had been born, and was a baby when all this happened. Holly was sent to pick us up by order of our mom, and we decided to walk home, since it was a nice night.

But, when we rounded the corner, we saw our house was in flames.

Our parents had been taken out, but Josie was still trapped inside. Without thinking, I had changed into my ghost form and rushed in to save her, before discovering she was protected by a shield of shadows, saving her from the fire's wrath. Her gift had kicked in from the danger she was in.

I saved her from the burning wreckage that used to be our house, changed to human form, and brought her out. The firemen were baffled by the lack of smoke she should have inhaled while in there, but of course, not everyone could be saved.

Our parents died the following night, from too much smoke inhalation, heatstroke and a couple of pretty severe third degree burns. It was a horrible night for us, to tell you the truth. We feared we had to be put in foster care, and we especially feared for our secret, mine in particular. Then, a miracle or all miracles happened-we were adopted the next night.

It was an old college friend of our mom's, the Fentons, that had adopted and welcomed us into their family. The mom, my and my half-siblings new adoptive mother, made no complaints about adopting a seven-year-old girl, a pair of five-year-old twins(or so everyone thought)and a baby. She just cooed and told us we will be safe and she will love us as if we were her own. The dad, my and my half-siblings new adoptive dad, said around the same things, in a cheery voice. I liked him instantly, and couldn't wait to call him "Dad", even though he wasn't my biological dad.

The siblings, they were harder to get along with.

Jasmine, or Jazz, liked Holly instantly and vice versa. Me and Owen knew that Jazz would take some time to get used to having two extra younger siblings-especially a pair of "twins"-but it still stung she liked Holly, who always had a shield around her. The boy, Danny, liked us better and we liked him back. He was the same age as us-five-and we got along really well. Josie, of course, was liked by both Fenton siblings.

When we got to our new home, and as me, Owen, Holly and Josie grew older, everyone noticed, both inside and outside of home and school, that me and Nell looked kinda like Danny-even though the people at home knew me and Owen were Danny's adopted siblings. So, we decided to not tell people who didn't know that me, Owen, Josie and Holly were Jazz and Danny's adopted siblings, and that me, Owen and Danny were fraternal triplets. And honestly, it was pretty believable, if you knew where to look for the similarities.

Both Owen and Danny had the same black hair in the same style and had the same blue eyes, though Owen's eyes were slightly redder, thanks to his real dad having red eyes. Me, I had blonde hair that was inherited from my mom, which was a platinum blonde colour that bordered on white(a ghostly trait, I think)and unnerving, blue-black eyes that seemed to glow. When it was the last week of summer before freshman year, I had dyed my hair with a few red streaks in my spiky-ended, shoulder-length hair, and the two bangs framing my face. Aside from my fair hair and dark eyes-which had a piece of blue in them that connected me, Owen and Danny to the charade of us being triplets-we had almost the same face shape, figure and height(though my figure and face shape was more slender and curvier and I was a few inches shorter than my brothers)and we all shared pretty pale skin. If you looked at us from a fair distance away, you could probably have a hard time finding any differences aside from my different hair colour and me being shorter than Owen and Danny.

Our clothes choices and personalities were also vastly different, but similar with a few things concerning our personalities.

Danny usually wears a baggy white T-shirt with red on the sleeves and neckline and a red oval in the middle, light blue baggy denim jeans, and red-and-white trainers. He was funny and sweet and a bit adorable, and good and easygoing and nice and could be a bit nervous and he also had a bit of a hero complex, from wanting to help people. He desperately wanted to be popular, could be slightly awkward and clumsy, and could do some pretty impulsive things from his desire to be popular.

Owen was different.

He usually wore a black, long-sleeved shirt with a blue triangle on the front, red jeans and a matching red scarf. He also wore black boots and a dark blue jacket to match. He was more the tortured artist type in personality. He was quiet and a bit shy, but underneath he had a somewhat short temper and protective fierceness that came from wanting to defend his family and friends if anyone wanted to hurt them. And let me tell you, Owen can be darn scary when he's angry.

Me, I was a mix of the two, and yet, I wasn't.

I dressed like a gothic tomboy in the manner of clothes-midnight blue, shirt-sleeved shirt that would normally show my midriff off with an Indian dreamcatcher printed on it in purple, silver and black, a grey long-sleeved undershirt that had white on the sleeves, hem and collar, a chunky black belt that I had thieved a long time ago from Owen's drawers, grey ripped shorts over red-and-black striped tights, and knee-high black leather boots with laces and bits of red leather zigzagging across. I also wore a black leather jacket with grey spike studs on the shoulders, a black cord necklace with those silver thingies hanging off the ends wrapped around my neck and an authentic ruby of deepest red set into a casing of silver that was slung on the end of a fine silver chain. Little did anyone know that the ruby acted as a containment holder for ghosts that wouldn't willingly allow necromancers to send them back into the Ghost Zone.

And my personality was also a mix of Danny's and Owen's.

I was quiet, but outgoing, and I was confident, sassy, witty, smart, cocky, funny, a bit bold, and I was caring as well.

All three of us balanced each other out, and when the boys argued, I would be the buffer or peacemaker between them, but they hardly argued and when they did, it lasted only a few seconds. We were as thick as thieves-as we were with our respective friends.

Sam Manson and Tucker Foley were Danny's best friends since forever, and they were mine and Owen's as well, but we had our own close friends-Star Thunder, Valerie Grey, and my best friend, Ava Thorne. She was a shy, bookish girl that I had taken a clear liking to since kindergarten, when we had the same class; we had been paired up together, and we instantly clicked. Even though her shyness and bookishness and her glasses hid her, Ava was a fun person to be around with, who had a fiery spirit and was a fan girl of things like Supernatural, Lord Of The Rings, Harry Potter, etc. etc. Unlike Ava, Star and Valerie couldn't be seen hanging around me or Owen at school, since they were A-listers(also known as the popular crowd), so we hung out with Ava a lot. I often teased Owen he had a crush on Ava, but he claimed he didn't. I dropped it, but I still gave out hints that he liked her and Ava liked him back now and again. Eventually, Ava warmed up to Sam and Tucker and soon, all six of us were hanging out together, inseparable even. Being part of the Fenton family-even though my adoptive parents were ghost hunters-through my childhood and early adolescence was an absolute joy, save for that me and my half-siblings had to keep our secret a secret. But, I was happy-I thoroughly enjoyed my outcast status, didn't have a single desire to be popular, and I liked Valerie and Star, valuing my friendship with them. They were the only decent A-listers at Casper High.

And now, we're nearing to the end of my tale, and onto how events set in motion changed my, Owen's and significantly Danny's life, how ghosts started invading Amity Park-my hometown for the past nine years-I found the love of my life, and I finally found out my biological dad's identity.

So, sit back, and let me tell you how ghosts invaded Amity Park from the very beginning.

So that's the prologue!

I know, it wasn't short or sweet; the original was actually four pages long on Pages and this one was five on Microsoft Word! But the story will start properly next chapter, I swear on the River Styx!(for Percy Jackson fans reading this, you know what that means!)

If you want to know what Nell's ghost form looks like and her ghost name, either find out later in the story or look at the cover image for this story!(I copied down the title logo of Danny Phantom and added Nell in her ghost form and her name in ghost form)

Plus, I'LOL probably do an AN skit with my OC, like with another character in an upcoming fanfic. And just so you know, it'll probably involve Nell, so watch out!

Anyway, I hope I didn't make Nell too OP, but if I did, I could probably swap a few powers with her half-siblings or eliminate or downgrade some or downgrade her ghost powers, so please tell me if I did!

Also, do any of you guess who Nell's biological dad is already?(hint-it's got something to do with her ghostly speciality…). If any of you guess correctly, I'll give you a tiny sneak peek of the description of one of my upcoming characters!

And also, what do you guys think of Nell and Owen being friends with Star and Valerie? I always assumed Star was smarter than what she appeared to be(I have a thing against the stereotype that blonde people who like pink or anything girly are dumb, like in Legally Blonde) and could probably be a great lawyer or something if she pushed herself(okay, I'm copying the lawyer thing from Legally Blonde, I just think Star seems to be the sort who would make a good lawyer!). We all know what happens to Valerie when she gets rejected by the A-listers and that Star is her, somewhat, only friend, but I like to think an outcast like Nell and Ava could be close friends with these two, especially Star.

So, enjoy the next chapter when it comes out!

GhostWriterGirl out!