Danny Phantom Batman Ao3 Novels & Stories

My other hand balled into a fist, as I let my ice cream drop, pulling Danny along towards the exit. “The crazy desire for blood, the presence in the night, the irritated reaction to garlic…” Danny kept on muttering things as we left. I could smell the fear all over him. I turned to him, grabbing his chin and pushing his head up. “What the fuck is your problem?” I asked, as I let go of him almost immediately. “He's a vampire.” He said, his hands shaking like he was about to suffer epilepsy. “Moon Goddess,” I said under my breath, rubbing my face with my palms as I sighed. “There's no way I'd get beaten by a vampire, that thing was way too strong, and his obviously not a vampire.”

Copyright ©️ 2024 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions Our serious moment is broken. “I will know all the dirt… Can’t wait… Going to be so sweet.” Danny is chanting nonsense as he reads. “What is he talking about? Do you understand him?” I shift to get more comfortable and to be able to see Danny with both eyes. He is a prankster and does not discriminate. The wild look in his eyes tells me he is up to something and I probably won’t enjoy being a part of it.

Claire P.O.V Danny has been the Beta and Ethan Randall's right-hand man for nearly two decades. It's quite the perk for Danny; besides being the Beta, he knows the ins and outs of the money-printing business owned by the Alpha, the ruler of The Silver Fire Pack. Danny didn't answer my question immediately. He just stared at me with his light brown eyes—warm and bright colours, especially in the summer. "Is it because the Alpha already has a fiancée that this is bugging you?"

He looked at Alex, but he didn't see the man he loved; he saw a a liar, a phantom that wouldn't let him die in peace. "Don't... touch... me," Danny gasped, his hands flying up to cover his ears. "You’re not real. You’re a hallucination. My brain is broken. It’s all broken." Alex didn't rush him. He sank to his knees on the floor a few feet from the bed, making himself smaller, lower than the boy on the mattress. He stayed silent, letting the waves of Danny’s panic wash over him through the bond. He felt the cold, the hopelessness, and the terrifying desire for the world to simply stop.

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

Jonathan stood at the cemetery, his hands buried deep in his pockets. Geoffrey had just placed fresh flowers on the grave. Jonathan stared at the engraved name: “Danny Golden.” He watched a small ant crawl up the cold concrete. A memory flickered in his mind like an old film reel. He traveled back to a time when Danny was still alive. He had been a lively, cheerful man, and Jonathan’s father had loved him for his positive spirit. His father often said Danny was the reason he never gave up on his dreams; it was Danny's words that had helped bring the Walter building to life.

His face was a mask of soot-stained stone, his jaw set so tightly that the muscles near his ears twitched with every stride. Behind them, Danny walked in the center of their small perimeter. He was wrapped in a thick, navy wool blanket Scarlett had pulled from the library sofa, his hands buried deep within the folds, his face exceptionally pale. His cipher-brain—the brilliant, hyper-analytical mechanism that had spent the last twenty-four hours decoding a dead architect’s geometric riddle—seemed to have gone entirely offline, leaving behind nothing but a tired sixteen-year-old boy who wanted to know when the dark would stop.

"W h o... a r e... y o u? D o n o t... y o u... k n o w... t h a t... t h i s... a r e a... i s... p r i v a t e... p r o p e r t y? A r e... y o u... w i s h i n g... f o r... y o u r... d e a t h?" Danny kept his face blank. "I am here to meet your alpha." "And who are you?" The man had a smirk on his face. "I am his beta." Danny told him making the man laugh loudly. "EX BETA..." He corrected him and then gave a nod to the rouges to give Danny way to the pack. Danny started the car knowing that Gavin must have gotten the news of his arrival. He suddenly felt strange not knowing how to meet his best friend and alpha that he saw dying with his own eyes.

"A legal fiction, Zora. If the market thinks you're dead, they stop looking for your offshore accounts. I expected a copywriter's daughter to understand the power of a well-edited narrative." "He's... he's a phantom, Zora," Dante rumbled. His massive three-ton frame shifted, his obsidian claws leaving long, white scars across the flawless Carrara marble. A thick, dark stream of violet-tinted saliva dripped from his lower jaw, sizzling as it hit the cold stone. "His baseline... it doesn't have a heartbeat. It’s just... an interactive projection from the core frame."

“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.”